And this was only the beginning.
Liu Zhipeng was returning to the City of Hope as fast as he could. The golden meteor he had become traced a magnificent arc through the dark universe. In his heart, he was planning how to unleash devastating vengeance upon the treacherous T'au Empire.
Suddenly, his heart sank.
An indescribable torrent, a towering wave composed of hundreds of billions of souls filled with defiance, anger, resolve, and supreme loyalty, crossed the barriers of space and time and slammed into his soulscape.
His Primordial Divine Flame, that eternally burning lighthouse, blazed thousands of times brighter in that instant!
The sea of ember-like stars surrounding the lighthouse, formed from the souls of the dead, expanded countless times over in a single moment. Innumerable new golden points of light poured down like a torrential rain, merging into the sea of stars.
Liu Zhipeng came to an abrupt halt in the void.
Countless fragmented images flashed before his eyes.
He saw Sharpfang's relieved smile as he charged into the enemy ranks with a gauss grenade in his arms.
He saw the young soldier Nug, his lips still silently calling out "Big Boss" just before the bombardment erased him.
He saw... Saraka's "avatar," standing atop mountains of corpses and seas of blood, bathed in emerald divine radiance.
He felt that godly power, capable of rewriting reality and overturning its laws.
He understood instantly.
It was already too late.
His fists clenched silently in the void. Golden flames spilled between his fingers, scorching the surrounding space until it warped.
He made no sound, but a terrifying will had already locked onto the star sector that had just fallen.
He knew he could not go back.
The fall of the First Wall meant there was nothing left to obstruct that endless