The merged major rift swelled for a moment, pulsating like a infected heart, before it seemed to stop entirely.
Then, a sound, like the cracking of a billion bones, echoed in the void.
"He comes," the Queen breathed as she dropped to her knees. "The Lord of Darkness comes."
The rift above the corrupted Galactic Core shattered and a hand composed entirely of dark energy reached through the tear.
It hand alone, was the size of a star. It grasped the edges of the rift and pulled.
From the abyss beyond the known Galaxy, it emerged.
It had no true face, only a shifting mask of void-vapor that swirled endlessly around a central, burning eye of violet.
Sol-Prime, the fallen Galactic Emperor, watched from the rubble of the tunnel floor. Even at his lowest, the Queen of Silence couldn't destroy him. But watching the entity within view, it became clear his strongest form couldn't hold a candle to what he was witnessing.
