The currents of the Ether Sea did not flow like water; they drifted like liquid starlight, carrying the weight of a billion unwritten timelines through the open cosmos.The Al-Me’raj glided silently along the glowing azure and violet slipstreams of the Prime Axis, its dark-matter sails stretched to their absolute limits.
From the obsidian captain’s throne at the rear of the command deck, Sargon watched the infinite expanse of the Bornless Sea unfold before him.
Behind them, the planet of Aethelgard had completely vanished, shrunk into a microscopic speck of gold sand lost in the cosmic tide.
Ahead lay the raw, unfiltered truth of the multiverse—a boundless void where entire galaxies and alternate dimensions floated like vibrant, colorful islands inside a shifting cosmic ocean.”Sovereign,” the mechanical hawk avatar of the Core Spirit materialized on the star-metal armrest of the throne, its constellation wings pulsing with a steady blue light.
“We have exited the jurisdiction of the Zenith Heaven’s frontier. The navigation arrays have locked onto a massive, neutral spatial fracture approximately ten thousand knots ahead. It is the Nexus of Babylon—an independent celestial trading post outside the direct control of the Three Heavens or the Calamity Factions.”
Sargon shifted his gaze, his pitch-black void eyes narrowing as the tiny spinning galaxies within his pupils analyzed the spatial coordinates.
“And the vessel’s core status?”[Notice: Current Void Drive reserves are sitting at 24% capacity.][Warning: Operating below 20% capacity will cause the ‘Al-Me’raj’ to drift off the Prime Axis currents, exposing the hull to random spatial compression waves.][Recommendation: Secure a high-grade energy catalyst—such as ‘Astral Ether-Core’ or ‘Eon-Grade Mana Crystals’—to replenish the primary matrix.]”The Nexus of Babylon is a lawless port,” the Core Spirit continued, its melodic voice echoing directly within Sargon’s mind.
“It is a grand bazaar where inter-dimensional merchant guilds, cosmic travelers, and even the minor emissaries of the Eon Deities gather to trade rare artifacts plundered from fallen dimensions. If a catalyst exists in this sector, it will be found there.”Eon Deities, Sargon thought, his cold, detached Consciousness processing the title.They were the immortal lords of the lower tapestry—beings who had willed themselves to rule over vast star clusters and historical epochs for millions of eons.
In the minds of mortals, entities like the Archon Zeus or the Monarch Poseidon were absolute, untouchable gods.
But to Sargon, whose pure Consciousness existed before the Single Source even drew the first concept of reality, these Eon Deities were merely advanced soul-entities trapped within the constraints of time.
They were grand, but they were bounded.
“Kaelen,” Sargon commanded softly, his voice carrying the irresistible, faint pressure of [Ultimate Attribute: Ruler of Authority].At the secondary navigation helm, the mercenary guard instantly snapped to attention.
His face remained frozen in a mask of artificial, deep serenity, his eyes vacant of personal fear but perfectly sharp as he executed his master’s will.
“Command me, Sovereign.””Conceal the vessel’s runes.
Alter the spatial signature of the hull to match a standard lower-realm merchant cruiser,” Sargon ordered.
“We are entering a neutral port.
I have no desire to alert the vanguards of the Dark Trinity before the core is replenished.””Understood,” Kaelen replied, pulling a sequence of levers on the star-metal console.With a low hum, the millions of glowing cosmic violet runes engraved along the flanks of the Al-Me’raj slowly faded, turning into a dull, un-activatable gray.
The towering dark-matter sails collapsed inward, replaced by standard, non-magical cloaking sheets that masked the ship’s massive primordial aura.
To an outside observer, the legendary inter-dimensional leviathan now looked like a common, slightly battered deep-space trading vessel.
Thirty minutes later, the Nexus of Babylon materialized from the purple nebulae.It was a breathtaking, mind-shattering sight.
The neutral port was not a planet, but a colossal, floating island composed of ancient, crystalline white marble and shimmering glass structures that stretched for tens of miles across the liquid starlight.
Sprawling ziggurats and towering minarets rose toward the open space, their surfaces carved with Mesopotamian and Persian geometric patterns that glowed with a faint, golden aura.Surrounding the floating island were hundreds of docks, where vessels of every imaginable shape and size were anchored.
There were mechanical sky-ships from steampunk dimensions, floating stone citadels belonging to ancient cultivation sects, and elegant silver skiffs flying the banners of various Eon Deities.
The Al-Me’raj glided smoothly into an isolated, lower-tier docking slip at the western edge of the harbor.
The moment the obsidian hull settled against the crystalline dock, Sargon stood up from his throne.
His long white hair settled over his shoulders, and with a slight mental twitch of his void law, he altered the appearance of his royal purple and gold robes, making them look like the standard, slightly worn silk garments of a traveling merchant prince from the Silk Road realms.”Kaelen, follow me,” Sargon said, stepping off the deck onto the smooth, white stone of the dock.
“Keep your mind guarded.
Do not speak unless commanded.””Yes, My Lord,” Kaelen murmured, drawing his scimitar and sheathing it tightly at his waist, walking exactly two paces behind Sargon like a loyal, silent shadow.
The moment they crossed the golden arches marking the entrance to the Empyrean Bazaar, a sensory assault slammed into them.
The market was a sprawling, chaotic maze of thousands of colorful silk tents, open-air marble courtyards, and towering bazaars filled with the scent of exotic spices, burning frankincense, and raw, volatile magical energy.The crowd was a melting pot of the infinite multiverse.
Sargon walked past six-armed merchant beasts trading glowing star-maps, winged celestial entities arguing over the price of angelic feathers, and armored knights from medieval timelines inspecting enchanted steel.”Fresh soul-stones from the realms of the Eon Deity Hades!” a loud, booming voice roared from a nearby tent.
A stout, red-skinned merchant was waving a glowing purple crystal in the air.
“Guaranteed to increase your mana pool by tenfold! Only three hundred cosmic coins!”
Sargon ignored the vendors, his pitch-black void eyes scanning the crowd with utter indifference.
He didn’t care about their soul-stones or their enchanted steel.
His system was already scanning the ambient energy of the grand bazaar, tracking the specific, dense resonance of an Ether-Core.Suddenly, a loud commotion erupted in the central plaza ahead.The crowd of inter-dimensional travelers violently parted, many scurrying into the shadows of the tents to avoid conflict.
Walking down the center of the marble street was a group of arrogant, tall warriors clad in heavy, pristine bronze armor that radiated a sharp, crackling electrical aura.
Leading them was a man with long, golden hair and eyes that literally shot sparks of white lightning.
Hanging from his waist was a heavy medallion engraved with the crest of a thunderbolt.
“Emissaries of the Olympus Sector,” Kaelen whispered, his voice remaining completely level under the sedation of Sargon’s authority law, though his eyes tracked the warriors.
“They serve the Eon Deity Zeus. They control the high-grade crystal trade in this quadrant of the Nexus.”The golden-haired captain of the guard stopped directly in front of a small, fragile stall run by an old, masked merchant from a lower sand-realm.
With a brutal kick, the captain shattered the old man’s wooden display counter, sending dozens of glowing blue crystals scattering across the marble floor.”You dare sell un-taxed Eon crystals in the territory of the Thunder King?” the captain sneered, his voice crackling with electricity that made the surrounding air hiss.
“All energy catalysts traded in the western bazaar must go through the Olympus treasury first. Confiscate everything, and drag this old rat to the dungeons!”
The old merchant fell to his knees, trembling violently as the bronze-armored guards reached out to grab him.
“Please, Lords! My realm is facing a spatial drought… I only needed enough coins to buy food for my people…”Sargon paused ten paces away, his hands tucked loosely into the sleeves of his merchant robes.
He didn’t care about the old man’s plight, nor did he care about the politics of the Olympus sector.However, his void eyes locked onto one specific, fist-sized crystal that had rolled out from beneath the shattered counter, stopping exactly three inches from his bare foot.The crystal was not blue.
It was a deep, radiant violet, pulsing with a dense, ancient, and unrefined raw cosmic energy that perfectly matched the diagnostic parameters of his ship’s engine.
An Eon-Grade Astral Ether-Core.
The exact catalyst needed to refuel the Al-Me’raj.”Hey!
You there, slave-faced brat!” the golden-haired captain barked, suddenly noticing Sargon standing near the crystal.
His lightning-filled eyes flared with immediate hostility as he stepped forward, his heavy bronze boots cracking the marble tile.
“Step away from the contraband. That crystal belongs to the Eon Deity Zeus now. Kneel and clear the path, or your soul will be fried into cinders!”The entire plaza grew dead silent.
Hundreds of cosmic travelers turned their heads, watching the tattered, pale youth who was being threatened by the elite executioners of an Eon Lord.
They waited for Sargon to pale, to tremble, or to throw himself into the dirt to beg for his life.
Sargon did not move.
He slowly tilted his head down, looking at the violet crystal at his foot, and then slowly raised his eyes to meet the sparking gaze of the captain.
The twin galaxies within his pitch-black pupils began to spin in silent, majestic circles, absorbing the ambient light of the bazaar.”You speak of your Eon Lord as if his ownership matters to the cosmos,” Sargon said, his voice quiet, yet carrying an ancient, chilling weight that instantly caused the crackling electricity around the captain’s armor to sputter and die.
“But before your King willed his thunder into existence, the Void was already waiting.”
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