Hundreds of millions of Psionicists entered the Morning Star Galaxy, immediately putting several worlds built with divine arts to use.
Perhaps because they had learned their lesson, or perhaps because Aslang's admonition had worked, the Atari Star Sea Confederacy yielded faster than anyone had expected. Once they realized that Hyperspace Jump had been prohibited, these "scallops" quickly understood their predicament.
After half a month of emergency discussions, the civilization finally reached a unified agreement: they would hand over ownership of the entire Morning Star Galaxy, including Gaia Planet, to the Empire, and in return asked to become part of the Dragon Flame Alliance.
"I have to say, you and your civilization have made the right choice." Wei Dongchen looked appreciatively at the diplomatic delegation led by Aslang.
"At the very least, the Empire will ensure that the Atari Star Sea Confederacy is sheltered during this Tide of Darkness sweeping across the entire Galactic Arm. If the worst comes to pass, we will also ensure that your civilization's spark is rekindled in another galaxy!"
"That assurance is enough." Sage Aslang breathed a sigh of relief, then asked urgently, "I looked through the Dragon Flame Alliance Member Rights Act you sent us and saw an option to order warships?"
"Yes. Are you in trouble?" Wei Dongchen replied, studying the expectant "scallops" with a thoughtful look.
"That's right, Lord." A bitter note emanated from Aslang's soul. "Just one week ago, our Reconnaissance Fleet sent back a terrifying report: the course of a Planet Warship briefly intersected with the location of one of our important border fortresses."
Wei Dongchen fell silent for a moment, then said against his conscience, "That's truly unfortunate."
He finally understood why the Atarians had made up their minds so quickly.
There were no Super Natural Civilizations in the Small