A fifty-mile-wide moon of solid black star-iron—wrapped in roaring purple-black dwarf-star flames—fell out of the sky like the fist of an angry god.
The sheer mass of the falling iron moon compressed the thin space gases ahead of it into a blinding wall of shockwaves. Even ten miles away, the stone decks of Crag-Devourer’s own vanguard warships groaned and cracked under the tidal gravity pull of the hurtling moon!
“Hahaha! Run, little village mayor! Run!” Star-Lord Crag-Devourer hovered high in the dark void, his chest heaving as he laughed like a madman. “Even a seasoned Rank 8 Star-Realm master has to dodge when a fifty-mile iron moon is thrown with full dwarf-star momentum! And the moment you dodge—”
Crag-Devourer pointed a thick granite finger down at the neat little brick toll booth, the red-and-white bamboo bar, and Old Guo’s noodle cart sitting directly underneath Pei Xuan’s boots.
“—your little toll shack, your four-eyed bookkeeper, and the main wormhole gate to World 26 will be smashed into a crater three hundred miles deep!”
Down inside Wormhole Toll Booth #1, the shadow of the falling fifty-mile iron moon blotted out the stars.
Any normal clerk in the universe would have jumped out the back window and fled for his life.
