The crystalline stone of the western docks cracked under the rhythmic, synchronized stamping of heavy greaves.Before Sargon and Kaelen could even cross the great iron arches leading back to their designated lower-tier docking slip, the entire harbor sector had been systematically isolated.
A massive vanguard of iron-clad mercenaries—the neutral port’s official security enforcers known as the Iron Lattice—had formed a dense, multi-layered blockade across the entire marble pier.
Behind them, three heavily armed neutral combat frigates had pulled up alongside the Al-Me’raj, their brass cannons glowing with volatile, compressed energy matrices aimed directly at the cloaked hull of Sargon’s vessel.The news of the disaster in the central plaza had traveled through the Nexus’s communication runes with terrifying speed.”Halt right there, traveler!” a booming, gravelly voice echoed across the open water of the harbor.Stepping out from behind the wall of shields was a mid-tier harbor commander, a burly, scarred veteran named Vane.
He wore reinforced dark-iron plate armor that rattled with defensive runes, and a heavy, serrated broadsword rested against his shoulder.
His cold, calculating eyes swept over Sargon’s simple merchant silk garments before locking onto the tattered, silent form of Kaelen.
“By the joint decree of the Babylon Merchant Guild and the local enforcement council, your vessel is under immediate arrest,” Vane declared, his voice carrying the practiced, unwavering authority of a man who had policed inter-dimensional criminals for eons.
“You are accused of plundering high-grade energy catalysts from the Olympus Sector and brutally disabling their guards without a trading license. Surrender your sub-dimensional storage rings and step forward for soul-binding chains, or we will reduce your ship to splinters.”Sargon stopped walking exactly ten paces away from the front line of the iron shields.
His hands remained tucked loosely into the wide sleeves of his robes, his posture completely unbothered by the hundreds of spears and cannon muzzles pointing at his chest.
The liquid starlight of the Ether Sea, washing gently against the edge of the crystalline pier, cast long, shifting violet reflections across his flawless pale skin.He didn’t look at Vane.
His pitch-black void eyes, within which the tiny stellar galaxies spun in lazy, silent synchronization, drifted past the blockade, focusing entirely on the sleek, black star-metal prow of the Al-Me’raj.
“My Lord,” Kaelen murmured softly from behind, his hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed blade.
His voice was completely steady, empty of the primal fear that should have gripped a mortal surrounded by an army, his cognitive functions perfectly held in place by [Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority].
“The enforcers have laced the dock with spatial-locking arrays. The ship’s physical exit is blocked.”Sargon closed his eyes for a brief moment, communicating inwardly with the cold, logical voice of his system.System.
State the exact engine capacity after the remote refueling sequence.[Notice: Remote refueling sequence from the ‘Eon-Grade Astral Ether-Core’ has successfully stabilized.][Current Void Drive capacity: 91%.
All primary spatial thrusters and core matrix arrays are fully primed for dimensional transition.][Warning: Local spatial matrices have been artificially locked by lower-tier boundary arrays.
Frictional resistance upon immediate departure: 0.03%.]Sargon opened his eyes, a faint, humorless smile playing at the corners of his lips.
Frictional resistance from a mortal lock.
How utterly insignificant.
“Commander Vane!” one of the lookouts on a nearby combat frigate yelled, his voice cracking with sudden panic as he looked at his magical detection artifact.
“The… the target vessel! Its mana signature is mutating! The cloaking matrices are failing from the inside out!”HUMMMMM.A deep, planet-shaking vibration suddenly erupted from the belly of the Al-Me’raj.
The standard, non-magical cloaking sheets that Sargon had used to disguise the ship violently tore apart, dissolving into harmless black threads.
The millions of ancient, geometric runes carved along the obsidian flanks of the leviathan ignited simultaneously, flaring into a brilliant, blinding cosmic violet light that turned the dark waters of the harbor into a glowing purple lake.The three towering masts groaned majestically as the dark-matter sails unfurled to their absolute limits, drinking in the ambient starlight of the open cosmos and casting a massive, terrifying shadow over the entire western dock.
Commander Vane’s scarred face paled instantly.
He was a veteran who had seen legendary vessels belonging to Eon Deities, but the sheer, suffocating primordial aura leaking from this awakened black ship was something entirely outside his comprehension.
It felt like standing next to a dormant, cosmic entity that had just opened its eyes.”Board the ship!
Fire the cannons!
Do not let that vessel launch!” Vane screamed, his previous calm completely shattering into desperate panic.”Fire!”The three combat frigates unleashed their primary matrices.
A massive, thunderous roar echoed across the harbor as thirty brass cannons fired simultaneously, sending a volley of condensed, white-hot plasma spheres and explosive earth-spells screaming through the air directly toward the Al-Me’raj.
At the same time, a squad of fifty iron-clad mercenaries leapt from the pier, their enchanted halberds raised high as they tried to storm the ship’s main deck.Sargon did not lift his hands.
He did not step back.
He simply willed his presence to expand.[Ultimate Attribute: Sovereign Void] activated.
Instead of gathering the energy into his palm to form a defensive shield, Sargon willed the law of nothingness to manifest directly from the Al-Me’raj itself, utilizing the ship’s newly refueled 91% core capacity to unleash a localized [Void Pulse].A ripple of silent, translucent purple-black energy erupted outward from the obsidian hull of the ship, expanding in a perfect, rapid sphere across the western harbor.The moment the void ripple touched the oncoming volley of thirty plasma spheres, the roaring sound of the projectiles instantly vanished.
There was no explosion.
There was no clash of elements.
The white-hot plasma and explosive earth-spells did not splash or shatter; their very definition, their heat, and their kinetic energy were instantaneously deleted from reality.
They simply ceased to exist mid-air, leaving behind absolutely nothing but a cold draft of wind.But the ripple did not stop there.
It swept across the fifty mercenaries who had leapt into the air to board the ship.The moment the purple-black darkness brushed against their iron armor, the concept of their physical presence was un-written.
The men, their enchanted halberds, and their heavy dark-iron gear vanished from the timeline of the Nexus in less than a millisecond.
They did not drop to the deck as corpses; they were completely, flawlessly erased from existence, their pages in the cosmic ledger turning to blank parchment.
The void pulse continued outward, washing over the three neutral combat frigates parked in the slip.SILENCE.The massive wood-and-iron structures of the warships didn’t splinter or capsize.
The moment the void wave passed through them, the ships simply dissolved into absolute vacancy.
The cannons, the sails, the crews, and the very hulls of the vessels disappeared from the harbor, leaving behind nothing but empty patches of liquid starlight water that rushed in to fill the sudden, massive holes in the harbor’s current.In less than three seconds, the entire western vanguard of the Iron Lattice, thirty cannons, and three fully armed warships had been completely wiped from the face of the universe.The void pulse retracted, snapping back into the obsidian hull of the Al-Me’raj and leaving the harbor in a dead, terrifying silence once more.
Commander Vane fell to his knees on the crystalline dock, his serrated broadsword slipping from his numb fingers and clattering loudly against the stone.
His eyes were wide, bloodshot, and entirely hollowed out by a sudden, catastrophic psychological horror.
He looked out at the completely empty water where his three massive combat frigates had been anchored just a moment ago.
There was no smoke.
There was no debris.
There was absolutely nothing.He looked up at Sargon, his breath coming in shallow, terrified wheezes.
His dark-iron plate armor felt like a burial shroud.
He realized with absolute, bone-chilling clarity that the youth standing before him hadn’t just defeated his men—he had deleted them from reality.Sargon didn’t look down at the kneeling commander.
He calmly walked past Vane, his bare feet making absolutely no sound against the stone as he stepped off the crystalline dock and floated seamlessly onto the main command deck of the Al-Me’raj.
Kaelen followed exactly two paces behind him, his expression remaining perfectly serene as he crossed the threshold.
The mechanical hawk avatar of the Core Spirit materialized on the obsidian captain’s throne, its blue constellation wings pulsing with a deep, ancient satisfaction.”The western slip is cleansed, Sovereign,” the Core Spirit chimed softly, its voice echoing cleanly within Sargon’s mind.
“The spatial-locking arrays have been entirely erased from the timeline. The Prime Axis currents are open, and the ship is fully primed for transition.”Sargon walked to the center of the deck, his long white hair fluttering gently in the cosmic breeze as he sat down upon his grand obsidian throne.
He rested his hands on the armrests, his pitch-black eyes focusing on the shifting, colorful multiverses that floated like distant islands in the deep expanse of the Bornless Sea ahead.”Untether the ship,” Sargon ordered coldly, his voice vibrating through the star-metal planks.
“Engage the void drive.
We leave this port behind.””Command received, Sovereign,” the Core Spirit replied, its form dissolving into a brilliant beam of liquid light that flooded into the main mast.
The Al-Me’raj let out a mighty, deep hum that resonated through the entire Nexus of Babylon.
With a sudden, silent surge of power, the colossal black vessel shot forward, its dark-matter sails catching the literal tide of liquid starlight as it launched away from the crystalline docks, tearing out into the deep, uncharted corners of the infinite multiverse, leaving the terrified city far behind in its wake.
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