Space warped. All the space surrounding the Dominion Throne was forcibly folded into an independent dimensional bubble. The Blackstone Furnace on the verge of exploding, along with its energy capable of destroying a star system, was trapped inside a sealed spacetime bubble smaller than an atom.
All the energy, all the light, all the heat was forcibly extinguished within a miniature black hole.
Utter silence.
"You... what... are you..." Szarekh murmured.
"Me?" He smiled faintly and raised his fist. "Just... a reincarnator passing through."
Then his fist came crashing down!
BOOM-!!!
Space wailed. Time froze. The throne forged from blackstone shattered like glass.
Szarekh, the Silent King, and his throne were smashed into a shower of metal fragments with a single punch.
He took one light step forward.
His figure vanished.
When he reappeared, he was already in orbit above the planet.
Facing the five thousand ships of the Necrons' Combined Fleet, all poised for battle with their guns trained on him.
He simply spread his arms in silence.
As though embracing the entire universe.
Every asteroid and speck of cosmic dust in the star system received the same command at that moment. Like subjects summoned by their king, they hurtled toward the Necron fleet from every direction at speeds beyond that of light.
It was a massacre with no possible doubt about the outcome. Before the Necron fleet could even mount an effective counterattack, it was utterly engulfed by this cosmic "natural disaster."
When he returned to the surface, the surviving Gretchin were cheering loud enough to shake the heavens.
"Big Boss! Big Boss! Big Boss!"
They worshipped him as a god, chanting his title, their eyes filled with adoration and fanaticism.
But he suddenly froze in place.
For the first time, an expression of... pain appeared on his