"First order of business: relocating the Seed."
Ash didn't wait for Sovereign Lyra Veyra to unfold a spatial path, nor did he look to Sovereign Kael Thorne for guidance. He simply raised his right hand.
Using the spatial coordinates he had absorbed from Orrin's massive data dump, and applying his absolute mastery over spatial principles, Ash tore a gate right in the middle of the orbital fortress's command cabinet.
The air didn't just part; it shattered. A violent blast of superheated air roared through the rift, carrying the suffocating stench of sulfur and melted rock. Beyond the shimmering threshold lay a hellscape of deep orange-red glow, where vast oceans of magma churned and spat molten stone. The crushing geological pressure of the Earth's mantle immediately tried to push through the tear, a physical weight that would have instantly pulverized a normal Martial King into paste.
