WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSH—HUMMMMMMMMMMMMM!
Inside the roofless, shattered grand hall of the Central Abyssal Editorial Citadel. The blinding sphere of 10x-amplified inverted temporal light spun like a cosmic washing machine around the King of Tragedy (Script-King #6), the King of Doom (Script-King #7). The King of Harem-Slavery (Script-King #5, who had been dragged out of his burlap sack just in time to catch the full blast with his face)!
Down across all 1,000 Galaxies and 100 Million Worlds, One Quadrillion Protected Citizens craned their necks toward the golden sky-screens, holding their breath as the terrifying black-and-crimson temporal storm whirled inside the broken citadel.
On the wooden bow of the [Galactic Flying Courtyard], Gu Changsheng lowered his [Rank 9 Peak Galactic Cluster Iron Wok Spatula] and rested it comfortably over his shoulder. Meanwhile, seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao pushed his gold-rimmed spectacles up his nose and watched the spinning temporal equations inside the citadel with a look of intense scholarly fascination.
“Aha! Look at how the inverted causal law of their [Ultimate Page-Three Father-Killing Curse] is resolving inside that blast radius!” seventeen-year-old Ye Xiao announced aloud. His silver abacus beads clicking briskly as he projected the causal diagram onto the main sky-screen for the entire star cluster to see.
