The sky above the newly forged central planet was no longer a sky. It was a rotting canvas of gray sludge.
The Primordial Horror known as Azathoth did not possess a mind or a soul. It was merely an instinctual manifestation of cosmic decay, a remnant of the chaotic abyss that existed before the universe was ordered.
Massive maws lined with jagged teeth snapped wildly at the empty vacuum. Every time the beast inhaled, the fabric of reality tore a little wider. The artificial sun hovering above Neo began to dim, its radiant golden light actively turning into flakes of cold ash just by touching the aura of the beast.
Up on the Zenith Vanguard flagship, Dark Empress Noir watched the planetary sensors scream in red absolute terror. Her LORD class warships were designed to withstand supernovas, but their dark armor plating was currently rusting away.
Down below, Neo Godson remained entirely unfazed.
