[: 3rd POV :]
Gazing upon the aftermath of what had just unfolded, the Leader of the Black Meridians stood utterly still, as if even the act of breathing had become foreign to him.
His lips parted slightly, but no words came out; there was no sound, no breath, nothing.
There was no hesitation.
It was not restrained.
It was something far deeper.
He simply… could not speak.
In all his existence, across countless campaigns that spanned dying stars and collapsing galaxies, never, not once, had he encountered something like this.
Not a force.
Not an entity.
Not even a phenomenon.
What stood before him was beyond every classification he had ever known.
His mind struggled, desperately trying to piece together logic from the impossible.
He himself wielded power that bent laws, that imposed authority upon reality.
He had erased entire civilisations that dared to stand against the order he believed in. And yet...
