The maximum overdrive humming of the Al-Me’raj abruptly changed frequency, dropping into a harsh, vibrating whine that reverberated through the seamless star-metal hull.The colossal obsidian cruiser had just exited the deep cosmic slipstream, crossing the outer thresholds of the independent border sectors, when the local space tides turned violently hostile.
Ahead of the prow, the rolling, liquid starlight of the open Ether Sea was entirely replaced by a towering wall of dense, blinding golden energy.
It was a massive, localized cosmic storm radiating an immense pressure of high-tier Holy Mana—a cosmic frictional wave bleeding outward from a nearby Holy Knight Sanctuary dimension.The sheer density of the golden elemental currents was catastrophic, warping the local gravity and throwing massive, star-sized waves of holy pressure directly against the ship’s trajectory.At the secondary helm, Kaelen’s hands strained against the control console, his glazed, vacant eyes tracking the rapidly rising pressure indicators.
Under the strict sedation of Sargon’s command law, his mortal soul was feeling the immense, crushing weight of the higher axis elements, yet he held the rudders steady, a silent puppet waiting for an empire’s will.
Sargon sat calmly upon his grand obsidian throne, his messy white hair falling perfectly over the golden headband resting across his forehead.
His face maintained that signature, dead-pan look of absolute, ruthless detachment.
On his left hand, the liquid-like star-metal band of [The Sovereign’s Signet: Nihil] hummed, its central miniature galaxy spinning in slow, calculative circles.”Sovereign,” the mechanical hawk avatar of the Core Spirit manifested directly on the stone armrest, its blue constellation wings flickering with a sharp, alerting frequency.
“The cosmic frictional wave ahead is composed of high-density Holy Mana. It is too thick for a standard physical glide. The sheer conceptual friction will compromise the outer dark-matter sails if we maintain this speed.”Sargon didn’t answer.
Slowly, lazily, he raised his left hand, resting his elbow on the armrest as he extended a single pale finger toward the oncoming wall of blinding gold.He willed his presence to expand, channeling his primary law to delete the obstacle blocking his path.
[Ultimate Attribute: Sovereign Void] initialized.Erase.The law left his mind like a silent decree.
A sharp, localized vortex of pitch-black nothingness sparked at his fingertip, trying to expand into a massive wave to un-make the golden storm.But the moment his void energy touched the dense, high-tier Holy Mana wave, the universe did not give way.The conceptual density of the holy storm was tied to the anchor core of a living sanctuary—a transcendent structural law far heavier than the lower-realm trash Sargon had previously deleted.
To force a concept deletion on an element of this scale required an immense amount of primordial energy that Sargon’s current, heavily sealed mortal body simply could not handle.CRACK.An internal, spiritual snap echoed within Sargon’s own chest.
A sudden, violent backlash of rejected universal laws surged backward along his connection, striking his physical form like a physical hammer.”Ugh—”Sargon’s lazy posture violently buckled.
His head snapped forward, and a thick streak of dark, celestial blood leaked from his lips, staining the pristine white silk of his inner merchant robes.
The spinning galaxies within his pitch-black void eyes violently sputtered, the immense internal strain threatening to fracture his fragile human vessel.
His unsealed gate was not strong enough yet; he was far too weak to challenge the high-tier forces of the deeper cosmos.
“Young master!” the Core Spirit hawk shrieked in absolute panic, its constellation form flickering wildly.
“The backlash! The unrefined density of the sanctuary’s wave is too massive for your current physical shell! Stop the law, or your human vessel will collapse!”Sargon dropped his left hand, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps as the pitch-black vortex at his fingertip vanished.
The golden wave was still roaring toward them, less than two miles away, threatening to crush the unshielded Al-Me’raj into molten scrap metal.Suddenly, a loud, metallic CLANG resonated from the front deck.Kaelen’s body violently shuddered at the secondary helm.
The sight of his master coughing up blood, combined with the imminent, mortal danger of the oncoming cosmic storm, triggered something primitive deep within his warrior soul.
His survival instincts—honed by decades of brutal mercenary warfare in the sands—slammed against the direct sedation of the [Ruler of Authority].
The direct mental lock didn’t shatter, but it loosened, shifting from a robotic thralldom into a state of active, hyper-focused alignment.
Kaelen’s vacant eyes suddenly filled with a sharp, burning intensity.
He didn’t run.
He didn’t panic.”Step back, spirit!” Kaelen roared, his voice stripping away the empty serenity, replaced by the booming, hardened bark of an elite desert veteran.With a brutal twist of his muscular arms, Kaelen disengaged the ship’s automatic navigation matrices, seizing the mechanical steering rudders manually.
The golden armlets over his biceps flared with his own raw, Tier 5 mortal mana as he planted his heavy boots against the star-metal deck planks.”Hold the rigging!” Kaelen commanded, his eyes locked onto the towering wall of golden fire.
“I’ve sailed through Eon vanguards before this ship was pulled from the dirt! We ride the crest!”With a masterclass display of raw physical navigation, Kaelen violently yanked the secondary rudders to the left, angling the obsidian prow of the Al-Me’raj at a precise, forty-five-degree angle into the oncoming wave.
He didn’t try to fight the storm; he used the ship’s dark-matter sails to catch the literal under-current of the frictional pressure, transforming the crushing holy wave into a massive slingshot of kinetic force.
GROAN!The massive cosmic cruiser tilted violently, its star-metal frame creaking as it rode the absolute edge of the golden tidal wave.
For three agonizing minutes, Kaelen single-handedly fought the steering wheel, his muscles tearing and his hands bleeding against the iron handles as he manually guided the legendary leviathan through the narrow, chaotic spatial seams of the storm.With a final, deafening roar, the Al-Me’raj shot out from the other side of the golden wall, breaking back into the quiet, dark indigo star tides of the open void, completely unblemished.Sargon leaned back against his throne, slowly wiping the dark blood from his lips with his sleeve.
His galaxy-filled eyes looked down the long deck toward Kaelen, who was leaning heavily against the helm, his chest heaving as his raw mana receded, his hands stained with blood but his posture proud and unyielding.The mechanical hawk avatar of the Core Spirit flew down, landing near the helm, its constellation head lowering in a deep bow of genuine respect toward the mercenary.
“A flawless manual traverse… You have saved the hull, warrior.”
Kaelen didn’t answer immediately.
He slowly turned his head, his sharp, battle-hardened gaze meeting Sargon’s cold eyes.
The direct robotic sedation returned to his mind, but his presence had officially evolved.
He was no longer just a locked slave; he was the highly capable first-mate of the Sovereign’s vessel, an elite warrior who could hold the line where Sargon’s current sealed powers failed.”The path is clear, My Lord,” Kaelen whispered, his voice steadying as he locked the rudders back into position.Sargon rested his chin against his hand, his expressionless, Gintama-like face returning to its lazy calm.
“Maintain this course, Kaelen. Your blade will be needed for the gates ahead.”The Al-Me’raj glided smoothly forward, its dark sails drinking in the quiet star tides as it vanished into the deeper, dangerous territories of the infinite multiverse, leaving the holy storm far behind in its wake.
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