The Outer Fringe was no longer a silent graveyard. It had become a howling maelstrom of necrotic vengeance. Ghostly space whales the size of entire solar systems slammed their massive, translucent bodies against the hyper dimensional rings of Seraph.
Every impact sent violent shockwaves of purple death energy rippling through the Warden of Boundless Light.
Kaizer, the living tempest of holy fire, roared in sheer frustration. He unleashed torrents of eradication flames into the endless swarm of silicon based consciousness networks.
But the eradication fire found no purchase. The silicon minds were already dead. They bypassed the physical heat and swarmed directly into Kaizer's localized apocalypse, freezing his divine core with the absolute zero of the cosmic grave.
