CHAPTER 427: INSIDERS AND OUTSIDERS! I

Time passed swiftly within the isolated domain, each moment stretching and compressing.

Inside a space severed from normal reality by Achilles’ Temporal Dominion Field and encased within dimensions that existed parallel to standard reality, an hour had elapsed while mere seconds ticked by in the broader territories of the Sovereign Void Imperium.

The vast administrative networks that coordinated imperial policy across star sectors remained blissfully unaware of the systematic decapitation of their leadership hierarchy.

Communications flowed normally between distant worlds, tribute continued arriving from conquered territories, and the daily business of governing spatial distances proceeded without interruption.

But within the throne room that had once represented the pinnacle of imperial authority, devastation painted itself across crystalline architecture with artistic precision.

The spear of compressed black holes still held Emperor Vorthak Nihilus’s severed head, the impossible weapon driven deep into his throne of celestial bodies.

Event horizons flickered around the gruesome trophy, their gravitational fields creating subtle distortions that made the preserved flesh appear to exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously!

Across the vast chamber, scattered rivers of blood painted golden halls in patterns that showed systematic execution rather than chaotic battle.

The precious metals that had once gleamed with accumulated imperial wealth now reflected crimson streams that flowed according to gravitational anomalies left by Achilles’ passage through the space.

More than half of all beings who had been present were simply gone...their matter assimilated completely, their consciousness absorbed into expanding awareness that could accommodate such additions without strain.

But eight other high-ranking members of the Sovereign Void Imperium had received special treatment reserved for those whose participation in past atrocities demanded more elaborate consequence.

General Kythara Voidheart’s head rested atop a spear formed from compressed stellar matter, her enhanced features frozen in expression of disbelief that transcended death itself!

Admiral Zephyr’s remains were displayed on a weapon crafted from crystallized neutron star fragments. Commander Nexus Shadowmaw’s final moments were preserved through technology that bent space-time around biological tissue, creating grotesque monuments that would endure across timescales.

Each grotesque display represented someone who had commanded vessels during the hunt for the Eighth Adrastia Emperor King, beings whose orders had extended the pursuit across impossible distances, whose enthusiasm had earned them positions of authority.

The devastation was methodical, artistic, designed to communicate rather than merely destroy!

This was message-sending elevated to demonstration that power structures built on ancient betrayals would face consequences!

Crown Prince Litchfield and Princess Miara stood among the carnage with expressions that had moved beyond shock into realms of fundamental disconnection from reality.

They struggled to process the completeness of transformation that had occurred within their most secure stronghold.

Their father’s empire, built across years of careful expansion and strategic alliance, had been reduced to scattered organic matter and preserved trophies within the span of a single conversation.

The beings they had grown up believing were invincible, whose authority had seemed as natural as stellar fusion, had been eliminated with ease!

Achilles had disappeared without ceremony once his immediate objectives were complete, his presence simply ceasing to register within local space-time as if he had never been there at all.

The temporal field remained active, the dimensional isolation continued, but the architect of systematic consequence had moved on to other pressing business.

Princess Miara managed to recover first. When she spoke, her voice carried with it inherited authority mixed with desperate urgency and grief.

"Alert the entities of the Infinite Radiance Sovereignty and the Void Dominion Empire!" she commanded, her words directed at surviving personnel who maintained positions throughout the chamber despite having witnessed everything.

"Tell them that the Taboo of Adrastia...has passed by here!"

The words buzzed in artificially controlled atmosphere like warning bells tolling across impossible distances.

The first scene of devastation was complete.

Achilles had crafted it specifically to send ripples of terror through hierarchies that had believed themselves secure from individual challenge, to plant seeds of fear!

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Around the same time, a few million light-years away.

In a region of space where eighty-one black holes rotated, gravitational tides created by their synchronized movement had warped local reality.

The humanoid figure moving across their event horizons with precision possessed beauty while embodying everything that made cosmic authority terrifying to lesser beings.

Her dark hair moved with currents that existed in dimensions, while her tight-fitting white robes seemed to have been tailored from captured starlight.

She navigated gravitational fields that would have shredded planets with the effortless grace!

Her consciousness interfaced directly with spatial curvature itself, studying patterns within the warped geometry as she was grasping...Regulations.

Regulations of profound power and might as there were the regulations of Destiny, of Time, off Carnage...Gravity, and other regulations that acted as the pillars which made up the surrounding Star Seas.

She seemed to be moving with multiple glorious Regulations that only further added to her power, as it was similar to understanding the framework of the very building blocks of life around oneself, and then choosing how to more easily crush them!

But her concentration was interrupted by presence that registered at the edge of her enhanced perception...someone approaching through space-time that her explicit instructions should have rendered inviolate for months to come.

"I thought I told everyone not to bother me for at least six months," she said without turning from her studies, her voice carrying power that made nearby event horizons pulse in sympathetic rhythm. "You better have a damn good reason for this interruption."

In the distance, a figure in stellar obsidian approached with movements of respect bordering on reverence.

His suit seemed to have been crafted from crystallized void, while his body remained surrounded by multiple terrifying Regulations that bent reality.

The approaching entity bowed.

"I would not have disturbed the General freely," he said, his voice carrying musings that showed genuine regret for necessity, "but news has arrived from the Star Fate Temple of a Disaster Class Taboo rising again within the Star Seas."

HUUM!

Disaster Class Taboo.

Star Fate Temple!

The words echoed out as they were eaten by the event horizons of black holes, a terrifying woman filled with power turning her head towards the entity delivering this news!