The Outer Fringe remained perfectly motionless under the absolute authority of the newly ascended Type One Primordial Entity.
Neo floated in the center of the cosmic graveyard. His physical body was no longer entirely human. His skin shimmered with an ethereal, translucent perfection, radiating a faint mixture of silver starlight and abyssal dark matter. His left eye burned with the white holy fire of Eradication, while his right eye held the frozen, golden serenity of Absolute Stasis.
He had assimilated the foundational laws of reality. He was the author of the cosmos.
Slowly, Neo descended toward the command bridge of the Zenith flagship. The massive dreadnought hung silently in the vacuum of space. As Neo's boots touched the reinforced steel deck, every single occupant of the ship instantly dropped their foreheads to the floor.
Chief Engineer Vektor trembled, his cybernetic enhancements whining under the sheer metaphysical pressure of Neo's presence.
