Arthur watched his investment pay off in real time.

The slaughter outside lasted less than five minutes.

Morwenna tore through the school of Abyssal Leviathans with a terrifying joyful brutality. She left nothing but dissipating clouds of dark matter in her wake.

When she reformed on the command bridge, she was panting heavily. A feral deeply satisfied grin was on her face. Her abyssal tattoos were glowing with a stable rhythmic pulse.

She had successfully integrated the extreme environment of the True Abyss into her core.

"Excellent work." Arthur praised her. He handed her a fresh glass of celestial wine.

But it was not yet the time for relaxation.

Before she could take a sip, the entire Ark violently pitched to the side.

The temperature on the bridge plummeted. It wasn’t from Sylvia’s ice, but from a sheer suffocating conceptual weight that bypassed the physical hull entirely.

A voice echoed in the minds of everyone on the bridge. It wasn’t spoken. It was a heavy shifting of pure malice.

[RETURN TO THE SOURCE. YOU ARE A FRAGMENT. YOU WILL BE CONSUMED.]

Morwenna dropped the glass immediately. It shattered against the floor. She clutched her head and a scream of pure agony tore from her throat as she fell to her knees.

The voice wasn’t just talking to her. It was actively trying to rip her soul right out of her body.

"The True Progenitor." Kaelith projected. Her crystalline limbs were trembling. "Khaos. He has detected her mutation. He is demanding his stray spark back."

Arthur’s eyes went dead. He didn’t panic at all. He was profoundly annoyed instead.

He stepped forward and placed his heavy hand directly onto the top of Morwenna’s head. He flared his Absolute Order and forcefully created a localized firewall between the Demon Empress and the ancient Outer God.

"She is mine." Arthur projected his own voice outward. He funneled it through the telepathic link with pure corporate ruthlessness. He didn’t care if it was a primordial deity.

"She is company property. If you are that hungry, eat your own tentacles. Just know that i am coming for you." Arthur threatened boldly.

The telepathic intrusion violently snapped shut. It was replaced by a lingering aura of cosmic outrage.

"Lyra. Track that signal back to the source." Arthur ordered while pulling Morwenna to her feet.

"Got it." The Stardusk rogue replied. Her fingers flew over the navigation console.

"Coordinates locked. It is deep in the center of the sector. A massive swirling vortex of pure dark matter."

"Set a course. Full speed." Arthur commanded.

Ten minutes later, the Ebon Citadel dropped anchor at the edge of Khaos’s domain. It was a terrifying sight to behold.

It was a localized black hole the size of a solar system. It swirled with sickly violet lightning and crushing physics defying gravity.

"Keep the engines running." Arthur told Sylvia. "I will be right back."

He didn’t bring the Vanguard. He didn’t bring the other Queens. He walked to the primary airlock with Morwenna falling perfectly into step behind him.

They were perfectly synchronized. The Emperor and his ultimate executioner.

They stepped out of the airlock and directly into the void.

The ambient dark matter of the vortex immediately rushed them. It attempted to crush Arthur into a microscopic singularity. It was a pressure that would have liquefied a Celestial God instantly.

Arthur just sighed. He didn’t even activate a shield. He let his Dimensional Breaker Physique handle it completely.

Bolstered by the million fold multiplier he was constantly leeching off Kaelith and his Queens, the apocalyptic gravity felt like a gentle slightly annoying summer breeze against his dark coat.

They walked across empty space and stepped into the dead center of the vortex.

"I know you are here." Arthur called out. His voice echoed through the vacuum via his Order aura. "Stop hiding and let’s get this over with."

The vortex stopped spinning instantly.

From the absolute darkness, a towering mass of shifting jaws, weeping eyes, and ragged shadows manifested. It defied any logical geometry.

It was the physical embodiment of erasure. Khaos, the Grand Chaos Sovereign. The Abyssal Progenitor.

[YOU DARE BRING THE FRAGMENT TO ME, MORTAL?]

"She is not a fragment. She is upper management." Arthur sneered.

Inside his mind, the system raced.

[System Information]

↳ Target Identified: Khaos, Abyssal Progenitor.

↳ Classification: Grand Chaos Sovereign. Peak Outer God.

↳ Initiating Ultimate Chaos Tier Binder protocol.

Arthur cracked his knuckles. Khaos didn’t monologue. Outer Gods lacked technique. They relied entirely on overwhelming conceptual weight.

The colossal mass of shadows shifted. A singular absolute command was projected into the fabric of reality. It aimed directly at Arthur and Morwenna.

[ERASE.]

It wasn’t a spell. It was the fundamental law of destruction. The space around Arthur began to violently unravel. His very existence was being unwritten from the cosmos.

Morwenna snarled. Her abyssal aura flared to protect him, but Arthur raised a hand to stop her.

"You think you own the concept of reality?" Arthur asked the towering horror. His pitch black eyes glowed with terrifying perfection.

Arthur didn’t dodge.

He stood tall and projected the absolute peak of his Chaos Initiate power. It was fueled by the millions of years of reality weaving he had leeched from Kaelith.

"Absolute Order." Arthur commanded. His voice was a hammer striking the anvil of the universe. "Exist."

"CRACK! SHATTER!"

The conceptual clash was deafening. Khaos’s law of Erase slammed into Arthur’s law of Exist and shattered like cheap glass.

The unyielding perfectly structured corporate mandate of Arthur’s willpower utterly rejected the Outer God’s sloppy mindless destruction.

Khaos recoiled heavily. A screech of cosmic confusion echoed through the vortex.

Arthur didn’t give the deity time to recover.

He raised his right hand. The Ebonheart Sword snapped into existence.

The pitch black blade hummed with a vicious hungry resonance. It was wreathed in the multi colored reality defying heat of the Primordial Flame.

"You are obsolete." Arthur smirked. His boots cracked the empty void as he prepared to launch himself at the Progenitor.