Mid Sector 96 - Galaxy of the Sands of Ti
Behemoth Arkail furrowed his brows slightly, his massive presence filling the chamber as a heavy silence fell.
"What is he doing?" he asked in a low, controlled voice.
"Is he trying to withdraw legitimacy from the entire Stellar Academy System?!" His son, Lord Saher, sprang to his feet, shock and fury mixing in his expression. "This will cause a catastrophe! Entire sectors depend on them!"
"Hmm... well, maybe not exactly."
Another son of Behemoth Arkail muttered, his tone colder, more calculating. "More than 90% of the stellar academies have completely stopped fighting the plague. Around 10% are still trying, but it is futile in the long run. The damage is already piling up, spreading silently. Entire sectors no longer have a single functional stellar academy. Not one. The structure is already collapsing from within. So tell ... what do you think will happen?"
"It is not that simple."
Arkail spoke while watching the recording, his voice calm but heavy with hidden aning.
"... It is not that simple at all. When a system falls, the vacuum it leaves behind is always worse than the system itself."
Mid Sector 801 - Agewood Stellar Academy
"No..."
The headmistress of the academy stood up slowly, her body trembling, her heart almost stopping from fear.
She managed one of the very few academies that still tried to do what was right.
She suffered from a massive budget deficit, crushing her resources and exhausting her staff, yet she personally took care of the plague zones. She pushed her teachers to follow her, to endure, to resist collapse.
All of this for the prestige of the stellar academies.
For the lives of the people.
For the Cosmic Elder himself.
Years of sacrifice. Years of struggle. Years of loyalty.
Was all of this going to be in vain now?!
Was everything she fought for about to lose its aning in a single declaration?!
Mid Sector 705
"My God..."
The planetary king raised his hand over his head, his eyes trembling in panic, his breath uneven.
"Our sector is already in a miserable state after all the stellar academies stopped helping. Cities are collapsing, systems are failing, and people are dying. And instead of forcing them to act... he will shut them down completely?!" "What do we do now?!"
"A disaster!! This is a disaster!!"
The faces of all the citizens and generals in the square turned pale, fear spreading like a wave through the crowd. Panic, confusion, and despair mixed in the air.
the Cosmic Elder continued seriously, his voice firm, absolute, and rciless,
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Mid Sector 611
Bam.
The head of one of the academies collapsed onto the hard floor, his body hitting the stone with a dull, hollow sound. His legs no longer had the strength to carry him, his balance completely gone, his dignity shattered in a single
mont.
"It's over for us..." he whispered in a broken, hollow voice, as if the words themselves were too heavy for his chest to carry.
Then, suddenly, his despair turned into fury.
He scread, pointing violently in a certain direction, his face twisted with rage, terror, and madness.
"I warned them! I warned those damned fools in the Council! I told them this would be the end!! I told them this would destroy everything!!"
It was true that the Cosmic Elder had not declared open hostility toward them.
But he did not need to.
With this single declaration, he had effectively executed the stellar academies.
Not with fire.
Not with armies.
Not with annihilation.
With legitimacy.
Their position was dead.
Their authority was vanished.
Their aning was erased.
From where would the stellar academies draw their legitimacy now?
Who would send their children to them?
Who would entrust them with bloodlines, heirs, and futures?
Who would pay massive annual sums to fight the Anti-Life forces?
Who would believe in their mission?
Who would still see them as guardians instead of relics?
With just a few words, backed by cosmic authority and supported by one of the most powerful beings in existence, the Cosmic Elder had reduced them from
sacred institutions of universal order into re rootless entities.
Empty structures.
Hollow symbols.
Shells without essence.
No different from any kingdom or any sect.
No different from any mortal faction struggling for relevance and survival in a
collapsing universe.
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The Cosmic Elder slightly raised his head, his presence heavy, absolute, and overwhelming, as if the space itself was bending around his will.
Mid Sector 99 - Apocalypse Planet
"Oooooh, HEAVENS, hahahaha!"
Aro grabbed his head with both hands and burst into mad laughter, his voice
echoing through the hall, wild, uncontrolled, almost hysterical.
"Hahahaha! Ooooooh! The Cosmic Elder is going to support our academy!! This
is insane!! This is unreal!!"
"What is happening exactly...
Flora stepped closer to the recording, leaning in as if trying to hear more clearly, her eyes locked on the projection.
"Is that really the Cosmic Elder? Are we actually watching this?"
"And would the Soul Society dare broadcast a fake recording attributed to him,
silly?"
Aro pointed at the projection while laughing uncontrollably, his voice filled with absolute certainty.
"It doesn't matter how powerful the Drear and galaxy are, he is not even
worthy of wiping that man's boot!! Not even close!!"
"He did it... He actually did it..."
Aro began pacing back and forth, his movents frantic, chaotic, almost manic,
his laughter slowly turning into awe and disbelief.
"His Majesty managed to pull the Cosmic Elder to our side!! This is madness!!
Aaaaaah!!"
"Hoooh~"
Flora released a long breath, her chest rising and falling heavily.
"We thought we were doing His Majesty a favor by opening doors in the Mid
Sector 99 in his na... while he is out there clashing with figures written deep into the mory of history itself, no... They ARE the history."
She shook her head slowly, her voice lowering.
"How long are we going to keep underestimating His Majesty, Ro.... heh~ I have honestly started to fear even saying his true na lately."
Then he raised a finger, the gesture calm, simple, and final.
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