Chapter 14
Silence.
The space where Lin Fan had once stood was nothing but a gaping void, reality itself torn apart.
The Space Annihilation Bomb had done its work.
Proxima Midnight exhaled slowly.
It was over.
The throne room was in ruins, the once-grand palace now a skeletal wreck of metal and debris.
Proxima stepped forward, her boots crunching against the shattered remains of what had once been the most powerful fortress in the Dark Quadrant.
Behind her, Supergiant hesitated. Her fingers twitched, her breathing shallow.
This wasn't victory.
This was survival.
Even though Lin Fan was gone, the fear he left behind still clung to the air like a choking mist.
Proxima forced herself to focus.
"Find the glaive," she ordered. Her voice was sharp, commanding. "Corvus can still be revived."
Supergiant flinched at the sound of his name.
Corvus Glaive—erased.
Just the memory of it made her hands tremble.
But Proxima didn't waver. If she could find his weapon, she could bring him back. She refused to believe that Lin Fan had truly ended him.
And then—
Crack.
A sound cut through the wreckage.
A single, quiet noise.
Like glass breaking.
Supergiant's breath hitched. Her hands rose trembling, pointing behind Proxima.
"Look," she whispered.
Proxima turned.
And froze.
A fracture had appeared in the air itself.
A deep, jagged tear in reality.
The same kind of wound left behind by the Space Annihilation Bomb—only now, it was reversing.
The shattered fragments of space mended themselves, but not naturally.
Something was coming back.
Then—
A single fist emerged.
And with that single movement, the universe screamed.
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The force of Lin Fan's return was apocalyptic.
A shockwave of pure energy erupted outward, blasting Proxima Midnight and Supergiant off their feet like ragdolls caught in a hurricane.
The air roared as debris was hurled in every direction, metal warping and twisting under the sheer power of his presence.
Before they could even react—
Lin Fan was there.
Moving faster than thought, faster than light.
His hands clamped down on both their heads, fingers tightening around their skulls like a vice.
The world froze.
Supergiant couldn't breathe.
Proxima Midnight couldn't think.
Lin Fan's golden armor gleamed under the shattered light of the throne room, his expression unreadable, his body untouched by the devastation around him.
The ruins of the palace smoldered at his feet.
And in his hands, two of the strongest warriors of the Black Order were reduced to nothing more than prey.
The wind howled.
The shattered remains of Corvus Glaive's empire lay in ruins.
And Lin Fan—a being beyond gods—stood at the center of it all.
The nightmare wasn't over.
It had only just begun.
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