"I'm coming for you,"
The Anomaly spoke with a predatory grin on his face.
"Seraphielle Light.
Wait for me."
And with that—
The screen cut.
And the void went silent.
For a few breaths, none of the Light-born elites moved.
They stood above the empty space where a High Level World had once existed, space that now looked… clean, eerily clean.
Their formations stayed tight, their halos and wings were still glowing, their artifacts still floating around them like loyal dogs that did not know their master had… already lost the hunt.
Then the commander finally exhaled.
"Find the transmission source.
Make sure this doesn't spread."
He ordered.
A few Light-born raised their hands at once, sending threads of Light across the void, searching for resonance, searching for anchors, searching for the smallest trace of Space-power that could be tracked.
"My Lord."
The commander contacted Lord Light directly.
"There was another message."
He reported with a solemn look on his face.
