Arthur Sterling stood over the kneeling Primordial Weaver. His pitch black eyes were entirely devoid of sympathy.

The Null stone slab she was chained to radiated an absolute conceptual emptiness. It tried to drain the newly established Chaos Initiate power from his veins.

But it failed completely!

His Dimensional Breaker Physique rejected the suppression with ease. His muscles

hummed with a dark and terrifying density.

He raised his right hand. The Ebonheart Sword materialized out of nowhere, its blade humming with a vicious and hungry resonance.

"Let us get these chains off you," Arthur said flatly. "We have a lot of work to do."

He didn’t swing at the stone at all. He drove the blade directly into the glowing starlight chains wrapping Kaelith’s pale blue wrists.

"CRACK!"

The supposedly indestructible restraints shattered like cheap glass!

Arthur didn’t stop there. He moved with a brutal and mechanical efficiency. His sword was a blur of absolute order.

"CRACK! CRACK! SHATTER!"

The chains binding her ankles and throat exploded into a shower of brilliant conceptual sparks. Kaelith gasped loudly. Her six ethereal spider limbs collapsed against her back as she slumped forward.

Arthur reached out. His large calloused hand caught her by the shoulder before she could hit the floating debris.

[Ding!]

[Foreign Conceptual Artifacts Detected: Chains of the Zenith.]

[Divine Looter Activated. Absorbing materials into Weapon Nexus.]

The Ebonheart Sword vibrated violently in his grip. It acted as a hyper dense vacuum and sucked the shattered fragments of the starlight chains directly into its dark metal.

The blade lengthened slightly. It took on a subtle iridescent sheen along its razor sharp edge.

[Weapon Nexus Upgraded.]

↳ Item Classification: Chaos Tier.

Arthur smirked in satisfaction. He admired the sword before letting it dissolve back into his shoulder. He looked down at the alien entity leaning heavily against his side.

Kaelith’s completely white eyes stared up at him in profound and unadulterated awe.

"You... you simply deleted the concept of my imprisonment," Kaelith projected into his mind. Her alien thoughts were slowly adapting to the structure of human language.

"I broke a lock," Arthur corrected her casually. "Stand up. We are on a tight schedule."

Kaelith forced herself upright. Her six crystalline limbs twitched as they tested their newfound freedom.

"You must listen. My captors are the Devourers. A Harvester is en route to your Bubble Realm. It is a mid tier Outer God. It tracks the scent of Order and it will consume your universe."

Arthur cracked his neck. The sound echoed sharply in the dead vacuum of the asteroid field. He didn’t look terrified at all. He looked like a hungry beast that had just smelled blood in the water.

They think they can claim my territory? Let’s go see who’s better at executing a hostile takeover."

He didn’t give her time to process his sheer audacity. He wrapped his arm around her, anchoring her to his gravity, and initiated his

Transcendent Spatial Velocity.

"WHOOSH!"

They blurred, tearing through the graveyard of dead multiverses.

Arthur didn’t forget his assets; he seamlessly scooped up a shivering Lyra from the edge of the Order Field on the way, dragging her along as they plunged directly back into the glowing, jagged cosmic tear that led to his empire.

The transition was instantaneous. Arthur, Kaelith, and a highly nauseous Lyra materialized on the shattered command balcony of the Ebon Citadel.

The sky of the Celestial Court was slowly knitting itself back together but the atmosphere was incredibly tense.

The moment Kaelith stepped onto the polished metal floor, the entire floating

fortress groaned loudly. The sheer unformatted density of a Primordial Entity

instantly threatened to crush the localized physics of Arthur’s empire!

[CRITICAL WARNING: Foreign Primordial Mass detected.]

[The Bubble Realm structural integrity is failing.]

"System," Arthur commanded instantly. "Grant her a visa. Fast."

[Ding!]

↳ Deducting 1,000,000 System Points.

↳ Purchasing: Bubble Assimilation Visa.

↳ Target Kaelith is now temporarily recognized as native to the Ebon Empire.

Aura suppression active.

The crushing and suffocating weight radiating from Kaelith instantly vanished.

The Weaver let out a soft fascinated gasp.

She looked around the pristine and meticulously ordered architecture of the Ebon Citadel. For a being who had spent her entire existence hunted in an ocean of raw screaming chaos, this place was absolute paradise.

"It is... so structured," Kaelith whispered aloud. Her vocal cords were finally

mimicking human speech. "It is perfect."

"Well, It is mine," Arthur stated.

Before he could give her a tour, the heavy mahogany doors to the balcony blew open.

Sylvia Thorne, Morwenna, and Aurelia rushed out, their weapons drawn and their divine auras flaring with lethal intent.

They stopped dead in their tracks the moment they saw Arthur. The jaws of the Queens almost dropped. Arthur was standing next to a stunning pale blue alien woman with six glowing spider limbs extending from her back!

The temperature on the balcony plummeted. Morwenna’s abyssal tattoos ignited with dark violet fire as she bared her fangs in a vicious snarl.

"Emperor," Morwenna hissed. Her liquid gold eyes locked onto Kaelith. "You leave for five minutes and bring back another stray? What is this thing?"

Kaelith didn’t flinch. Her six limbs aggressively flared out. A highly complex

geometric shield of raw starlight instantly formed in front of her.

"I am an Architect," Kaelith stated coldly. "And you are a microscopic anomaly.

Step back little demon."

Morwenna let out a dark, dangerous laugh. "Careful, alien. I break brittle things like you for fun." She moved to strike.

"Enough," Arthur’s voice boomed.

He didn’t yell but the absolute and unquestionable authority in his tone hit

them like a physical wall. Morwenna froze mid stride. Her abyssal energy violently snapped back into her core.

Arthur stepped between them. His dark eyes swept over his four original Queens.

"This is Kaelith. She is a Primordial Weaver, and she is the only reason my multiplier still functions out in the deep water. She might be the Fifth Queen. You will treat her with the exact same respect you treat each other."

Sylvia crossed her arms. Her icy facade was firmly in place though she gave Kaelith a calculating and respectful nod. Aurelia lowered her dark radiant spear. Lyra just whistled and spun a dagger on her finger.

"That’s okay," Sylvia said smoothly.

Before the introductions could continue, the sky above them violently tore open.

"BOOM!"

It wasn’t a clean tear. It looked like the universe was rotting away. A massive jagged hole ripped through the pristine azure sky of the Celestial Court. It started bleeding a sickly grayish miasma into the atmosphere.

From the wound, the Harvester Vanguard descended!

They were grotesque non Euclidean horrors. They looked like massive floating masses of writhing tentacles and fractured weeping eyes. They defied gravity. They defied logic. Just looking at them made the mind physically ache.

"They are here," Kaelith breathed. Her white eyes widened in fear.

Arthur didn’t panic. He held out his hand to his new Queen. "Give me the capital."

Kaelith didn’t hesitate at all. She reached into her own chest. Her fingers phased right through her flesh and pulled out a glowing intricately woven spool of pure and highly condensed starlight. She placed it into Arthur’s palm.

[Ding!]

↳ Item Acquired: Spool of Genesis Silk.

"Let me handle the Vanguard," Sylvia demanded.

The Arch Mage stepped to the edge of the balcony. Her hands glowed with terrifying absolute zero magic. She wasn’t going to let these abominations touch her new home.

"Absolute Zero: Glacial Eradication!" Sylvia chanted.

A massive roaring blizzard of hyper dense ice shot upward. It aimed directly for the descending swarm of cosmic horrors. It was a spell that had easily frozen a Divine King in the past.

"SQUELCH!"

The ice hit the grayish miasma and instantly broke down. It didn’t melt. It mutated!

The pristine frozen spikes violently twisted and turned into a horrific mass of screaming fleshy mouths that rained down onto the Citadel’s shields.

Sylvia stumbled backward. Her face was pale with shock. "What... what did it do

to my magic?!"

"They are Outer Gods Sylvia," Arthur said calmly. He stepped past her and walked

right up to the edge of the balcony. "Standard physics pass right through them. Your magic obeys rules. They do not."

Arthur rolled his shoulders. His heavy dark coat shifted in the chaotic winds. His pitch black eyes locked onto the descending swarm of abominations.

"Queens, step back," Arthur ordered. His terrifying and reality defining aura finally flared to life. "Let me show you how to discipline a God."