HSSSSSS—SIZZLE!
Across two hundred million light-years of Sector 2 (The Southern 200 Galaxies). The detonation of the Ten-Thousand Corpse-Star Bombs turned the afternoon skies of ten million inhabited forest worlds and agricultural planets into a terrifying curtain of boiling black acid!
In the ancient Silver-Leaf Galaxy sixty million light-years to the south. There, fifty billion peaceful wood-spirit citizens and elven herb-growers lived beneath the boughs of a ten-thousand-mile-tall Ancestral World-Tree, thick sheets of fifth-dimensional black acid rain poured from the ruptured clouds.
Wherever the black rain touched the canopy of the Ancestral World-Tree, its millennia-old emerald leaves withered into smoking black ash in a single second!
Down among the roots of the World-Tree, ninety-nine-year-old Elven Matriarch Sylvia—whose eyes had been blinded thirty years ago while defending her people from a star-beast tide. Spread her wooden staff and her own frail body over a group of three hundred crying elven kindergarteners as the corrosive black rain hissed through the upper branches toward their heads.
“Children, stay under Grandmother’s cloak! Do not look up!” Matriarch Sylvia coughed violently as the toxic acid fumes burned her throat, tears leaking from her blind eyes.
“The plague bombs have infected the entire sky across two hundred galaxies! Even if Second Young Miss Su just ascended to Rank 9 in the Hundred-Herb Galaxy, ten million worlds are being rained on at the exact same second! How can one thirteen-year-old girl purify ten million planetary atmospheres at once?!”
