"Damn it, damn it, damn it!!!"
The Planetary Emperor of the Shattering Meteors Empire raised the colossal hammer slowly, with deliberate effort, as though he were lifting a mountain with his bare hands.
It wasn't because the hammer was heavy… nor because his body was weak. No—this was the law.
The ritual demanded three strikes—each one separated by silence long enough for the echo to travel across the entire planet, reaching every ear, stirring every soul, before the next blow could fall.
And this—this was a privilege.
For if an outsider, a stranger to the planet, attempted the same feat, he would have to wait not minutes—but hours, perhaps even days between each strike.
DOOOOOOOOM
The first impact shook the crust of the world. The sound wasn't just heard—it reverberated through the marrow of the planet itself. Mountains quivered, skies rippled, and even the stars seemed to blink in rhythm with the vibration.
The Emperor lifted his gaze upward.
