The void was not silent.
When the scale of war crossed a certain threshold, when the intensity of destruction was enough to tear apart the structure of space-time itself, sound returned in another form—the tremor of laws wailing, the echo of dimensions shattering, the final shrieks of billions of lives condensed into a single instant.
At this moment, the universe was submerged in this clamor beyond hearing.
The Kree Empire's mothership, the Supreme Intelligence, finally broke apart after being focused down for the third time.
This colossal vessel had once conquered seventeen star systems. Its main cannon, the Civilization Arbiter, could vaporize an Earth-like planet with a single shot.
Now, dark-red corrosion patterns crawled across its iconic cyan-blue armor like living parasitic vines.
The hull split into three sections. The breaks were not blackened by explosions, but showed a bizarre crystallization—matter forcibly transformed into dark-red Abyss crystals.
When the final section exploded, the shockwave swept through all nearby wreckage.
More than a hundred Kree assault ships, thousands of fighters, and over a million soldiers who had failed to evacuate in time were reduced to fundamental particles in the light.
There were no wails, no final words.
Only countless communication signals abruptly vanishing from the tactical channels.
"The third defensive line has collapsed!" a hoarse voice roared through the allied command channel. It was a centurion of the Nova Corps. "The Kree right-wing fleet has been annihilated! The Abyss Fleet is pushing into our flank!"
"I'll take my guard and hold them off!" replied the Phoenix Commander of the Shi'ar Empire, her voice carrying the madness of a final gamble.
"But, Commander, the guard's operational strength is only thirty percent—"
"Then let that thirty percent hold them off! Use self-destruct tactics! Blow those damned dark-red bastards to hell!"
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