The freezing, sub-zero atmosphere of the Genesis Vault was entirely completely dominated by the presence of five thousand flawless, pitch-black anomalies.
They knelt in perfect, terrifying synchronization across the massive white polymer floor. They did not breathe. They did not shiver. The Abyssal Praetorians were absolute, hyper-condensed extensions of Ren's Level 50 architecture, their smooth obsidian domes bowed in absolute submission to the localized singularity that had birthed them.
Ren stood before his legion, his dark, iridescent trench coat entirely motionless in the still air.
"The terrestrial integration is a planetary-scale equation," Ren stated, his frictionless voice echoing effortlessly across the thousands of kneeling entities. "The Old World believed they could remove themselves from the board. We are going to permanently correct their mathematics."
