Three days passed quickly.
Not quietly, but with a steady build of movement across the entire galaxy. Fleets shifted, teleportation hubs lit up one after another, and messages flowed constantly between sectors. Every race moved with purpose, every force aligning itself to the plan that had been set in motion.
The calm before action did not last long.
And then it began.
I stood inside one of the largest teleportation hubs of the Nagas on Kaalseris. The space was massive, carved deep into one of the mountains of the planet, with multiple circular platforms arranged across the floor. Each one glowed faintly, ready to activate at a moment's notice.
Soldiers moved with discipline around me, their attention sharp with more than usual security. One of the coordinators approached and bowed his head respectfully.
"Lord Billion," he said, his voice steady despite the pressure in the air, "these are the rift assigned to you."
A projection formed in front of me, showing the location.
