Crimson warning beacons flared across eight hundred outer galaxies on the courtyard’s holographic star-map, buzzing like a nest of angry hornets.
Across the vast expanse of the 1,000-Galaxy Cluster, the main army of nine thousand seven hundred Cloned Protagonists had just dropped out of their fifth-dimensional portals. Unlike the three hundred advance clones who had foolishly attacked the Gu Family’s home starport directly, these nine thousand seven hundred clones were following a much more sinister script.
Above eight hundred galactic capitals, towering black-robed avatars of the Seven Script-Kings hijacked the public sky-screens. Their synthesized voices boomed down through the clouds like rolling thunder, shaking the roof tiles of trillions of mortal homes:
*“Hear ye, ants of the One-Thousand-Galaxy Cluster! The Heavenly Script Pavilion has decreed the Great Epoch Cleansing! The Gu Family has already locked their own borders and abandoned the outer galaxies to die!
Within one hour, nine thousand seven hundred Chosen Sons of Destiny will harvest your suns! Any cultivation sect that wishes to buy a survival ticket must immediately sacrifice half of its mortal population and surrender its women and spirit veins to our Chosen Ones!”*
As the fake prophecy echoed across the void, thick clouds of grey fear-mist rose from trillions of panicking hearts, streaming upward toward Sector 2 to feed the King of Despair’s typewriter.
