At the Empire's frontlines, Iskandor's eyes snapped open. The commanding presence he was known for was now tinged with an intensity his subordinates had never witnessed before.
"Relay my orders," he commanded sharply, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. "Mobilize every operational ship from every spaceport. Civilian evacuations are to begin immediately."
The officers exchanged stunned glances. One, gathering the courage to speak, asked hesitantly, "Sir… what's happening?"
Iskandor's jaw tightened, his expression grim. "The Stellar Devourers have revolted."
…
On this fateful day, a massive black hole appeared above every human settlement across the Empire's planets.
It was as though a divine being had opened its cold, merciless eye, initiating an unyielding judgment.
Cities—symbols of progress and civilization—crumbled instantly. Towering skyscrapers, advanced robots, and sleek vehicles were all inexorably drawn into the abyss.
