The spatial pillars supporting the thirty-three Supreme Heavens groaned with a sound like tearing mountains.
From the center of the Chairman’s shattered chest, the Primordial Bankruptcy Black Hole expanded at terrifying speed. It was a spinning vortex of absolute nothingness, dragging light, gravity, and reality itself down its jagged throat.
Giant rifts opened across the cosmic sky, slicing through galaxies like jagged shears. Below, the mortal worlds saw their blue skies bend and warp like funhouse mirrors as spatial gravity warped out of control.
On the deck of the Sovereign Aurora, the wind howled with hurricane force. Tie Niu planted his Chaos-Gold baton deep into the deck plate, catching three junior sailors by their collars as the vacuum tried to yank them over the railing.
“Hold onto the cleats, boys!” Tie Niu bellowed over the roar. “Nobody gets sucked into a deadbeat’s black hole while I’m on duty!”
“IF MY BANK CANNOT OWN CREATION, THEN CREATION SHALL BE LIQUIDATED!” the Chairman roared, its mechanical voice shaking every star cluster. “EVERY GALAXY SHALL COLLAPSE INTO THE ZERO BALANCE OF TOTAL OBLIVION!”
On the terrace, former Eighth Director Fang-Nu dropped his broom, clutching his skeletal face in horror:
“The bankruptcy black hole... He is collapsing the load-bearing columns of thirty-three heavens! When those thirty-three pillars buckle, all three thousand galaxies will fall into the void!”
