The vacuum of space was utterly silent. No medium existed there to carry sound.
Yet at that moment, deep in space at the Eastern Front's main assembly coordinates in the Spark War Zone, every living being seemed to hear a roar that could shatter galaxies deep within their soul.
It was no physical sound, but a deafening howl across the psychic plane, born from the violent collision of life levels and higher-dimensional laws.
The Abyssal Zerg's Star-Devouring Thousand-Eyed Beast, the Silicon-based Alliance's Void Foldweaver, and the Starry Sky Ancient Beast Clan's Dark Annihilation Dragon—
These three veteran Level 5 lords, all infamous within the Alien Royal Court, had torn through the Biological Mothership's outer membrane and entered the vacuum with cruel arrogance, intent on throwing the human Expeditionary Force's heartland into chaos.
They had expected their Level 5 Grandmaster pressure, capable of crushing any conventional fleet, to make the human army crumple and collapse in swathes like wheat before a gale.
They had even looked forward to the beautiful sight of human warships colliding and trampling one another in panic.
But when they looked up and saw the figure standing quietly in the void ahead, all their arrogance and bloodlust froze into bone-deep cold and boundless shock, as though a bucket of liquid nitrogen at Absolute Zero had been poured over their heads.
There were no panicked crowds, no broken formation.
On the route they had to take, a young human in a black-and-gold commander's cloak stood before ten million warships, casually holding a Black War Staff upside down in one hand. He blocked their path as quietly as an ancient monument among the stars.
He wore no bulky life-support equipment and had raised no dazzling Energy Shield.
Not the faintest trace of Blood Energy escaped him. He was as