The pitch-black blade of the Ebonheart Sword remained frozen exactly one millimeter from the smooth crystalline neck of the Debt Horror!
Arthur Sterling's heavily corded muscles trembled under the immense strain. He was pouring the absolute zenith of his Grand Sovereign power into his arms. He desperately tried to force the blade forward.
But the universe itself was screaming at him to stop.
The resistance was not physical at all. It was a conceptual barrier forged by the fundamental accounting laws of the Omniverse.
"Fvck!" Arthur hissed through gritted teeth.
He violently wrenched his sword back and stepped away from the faceless entity. His heavy boots cracked against the polished floor of the command bridge.
The Ebon Citadel around him was descending into absolute chaos. The pristine starlight architecture groaned loudly. Massive fissures spider-webbed across the panoramic viewports.
