KRA-KOOOOOOOM! ZZZZZT-CRACK!
Outside the five-hundred-foot-thick diamond-glass walls of the newly carved [Ten-Planet Wormhole Sky-Tunnel], jagged bolts of pitch-black spatial lightning thicker than ancient redwood trees lashed down from the upper void!
Unleashed by the Heavenly Script Pavilion’s automated censorship array, the Rank 7 Peak Corridor-Wide Spatial Storm howled at three thousand miles per hour. Swirling vortices of corrosive void-frost and dark-matter hail hammered against the exterior of the crystal tunnel, trying to twist the spatial coordinates back into chaos. Moreover, Snap the newly laid star-iron railway tracks like dry matchsticks!
Even worse, right inside the tunnel five hundred miles ahead of the speeding Locomotive #1. Standing squarely between the two gleaming golden rails at the midpoint between World #6 and World #5—three fifteen-foot-tall figures materialized out of a cloud of cold golden decree-scrolls!
They wore stiff, high-collared golden bailiff robes embroidered with the merciless eye-seal of the Heavenly Script Pavilion. Their faces were as blank and arrogant as carved alabaster masks, and in their hands they held glowing golden repossession scrolls and ten-ton iron audit-gavels crackling with Rank 7 Late Destiny-Suppression Law!
“HALT, UNAUTHORIZED LOCOMOTIVE CONTRAPTION!”
The lead Heavenly Script Fate-Tax Auditor pointed his ten-ton iron gavel straight down the tracks toward the oncoming red-and-gold dragon prow of Locomotive #1. His metallic voice booming across the public broadcast screens of all eleven worlds:
