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The plan to raid the Homeworld outpost was abruptly derailed before the sun could even finish dipping below the ocean horizon. We didn't even have to deploy a single recon drone or prep our mechanical turrets, because the Empire beat us to the punch—though not in the way we expected. Fate, or rather Homeworld's sheer obsession with mapping every biological corner of this planet, fast-tracked everything.
The sky over the coast began to take on a sickly greenish tint as the underground base's radars blared with a proximity alert. A small Era 1 tactical reconnaissance fleet, consisting of three light exploration ships shaped like mechanical eyes, touched down directly onto the sand just a few kilometers outside our perimeter. They were tracking the subtle energy fluctuations my ship had left behind upon entering the atmosphere, hunting for the source of a mysterious, hyper-dense signature that Homeworld's spy satellites had mistakenly flagged as an "unstable radiation spike." They had absolutely no idea what they were walking into.
"Creator, readings indicate enemy troops are deploying on the shore. They are heavily armed with core destabilizers and wide-spectrum trackers," Yarbis reported, projecting a three-dimensional thermal map directly onto my visor interface.
"Don't worry about it. Stay here and keep the base's distortion shield cranked to the absolute max," I ordered Blue Pearl and Sapphire, maintaining total composure. "I'll handle the welcoming committee. It's time to see if this molecular compression theory actually works outside of simulations."
I walked at a relaxed pace toward the temple exit, stepping out onto the surface just as the night breeze began to chill the sand and the tide crashed heavily against the rocks. As I marched in a straight line toward the invading squad, I decided to stop holding back the immense pressure of energy my red gem had accumulated and synthesized over the last four years on the mineral planet. I didn't expand to my full 17-meter height; I preferred to stay in my comfortable, compact, human-looking stature and casual clothes to study their reactions. But I let my base aura loose completely.
The effect on the environment was instantaneous, destructive, and biologically terrifying.
The air around the beach turned dense and heavy, taking on a subtle crimson hue that warped the starlight. The ocean breeze died instantly, blocked by an invisible wall of pressure, and the waves seemed to freeze in the face of the gravitational distortion radiating from my chest. The Homeworld Quartzes, who had been marching forward weapons-in-hand and ready to tear the place apart, froze dead in their tracks halfway across the beach. Their bodies began to shake uncontrollably—a molecular, instinctive strain that their light matrices simply could not control or override.
The aura I was projecting wasn't that of some lab gem with tech tricks, or a common rebel playing politics with Rose Quartz. It was the pure, crushing, ancient, and commanding frequency of a higher cosmic power. A Diamond frequency, but loaded with a carbon density and structural aggression the Empire had never cataloged before.
The commanding Agata dropped to her knees on the wet sand, hyperventilating as she tried in vain to raise her electrified whip. Her military-grade tactical visor shattered into a thousand pieces, cracking under the data overload triggered by the crimson energy rippling around me like invisible shockwaves. The Quartzes around her dropped their weapons, kneeling heavily as their light forms flickered, on the verge of being poofed by the sheer gravity my presence exerted.
"What... what is this? What kind of abomination are you?" the Agata managed to choke out, her voice broken by sheer panic as she stared at my pale skin and white hair, which stood out imposingly against the violent, glowing red light of my chest. "This pressure... analog readings say this is impossible... You're no Crystal Gem! This is the frequency of the Great Authority! Page the higher imperial channels immediately!"
Completely paralyzed by terror and the strain of the aura, the Quartzes could barely move. Crawling across the ground with trembling hands, the Agata activated the eye-ship's central quantum emergency communicator, bypassing every single wartime military protocol to patch the signal directly through to Homeworld's high command. The distress call didn't go through commanders, court gems, or the sector's motherships; the matrix reading of my $4 \times 4\text{ meter}$ gem was so absurdly high that alarms inside the imperial palace at the very core of Homeworld instantly tripped into code red for the first time since the start of Era 1.
Back on Homeworld, the incoming transmission from Earth triggered a massive data collapse and total chaos within the highest echelons of government. The holographic screens of the grand throne room projected the molecular signature vectors of the red gem, breaking down the crystal purity and massive density my core possessed in its raw state. The imperial computers threw a continuous error loop: the genetic code matched the Empire's monarchical line by 99.8%, but the color spectrum and energy load were completely unprecedented.
Blue Diamond and Yellow Diamond stared at the floating readouts with a mix of fury, bewilderment, and a growing unease that showed in their towering statures.
"This energy signature... it's identical in geometric structure to our own, but the chromatic frequency is a violent aberration," Yellow declared, slamming a gauntleted fist onto the tactical table, causing the data panels to spark and flicker. "There is no record of a Red Diamond in the history of colonization. This is coming straight from Earth—Rose's failed sector. What kind of experiments did you allow to take place there, Blue?"
"No... this isn't the work of local laboratories," Blue replied, her voice a mix of melancholy, suspicion, and a reverent dread as she crossed her hands over her long cowl. "Rose doesn't possess the blueprints or the knowledge to manipulate the Authority's essence like this. Or could a traitor within our own inner court have managed to steal Era 1 incubation files to synthesize a power that doesn't belong to them? The rebellion on that planet has broken every law of logic, Yellow. This is no longer just a simple revolt of defective Quartzes. This threatens the very fabric of the Empire."
Out of nowhere, a blinding, frigid, and mechanically perfect white light flooded the immense throne room, silencing the hum of the computers. The holographic textures aligned, and the gigantic, imposing silhouette of White Diamond materialized, stepping out of her absolute, historic isolation in the central palace. The palace Pearls instantly bowed in deathly silence.
White's gaze—fixed, brilliant, and devoid of any trace of empathy or organic emotion—locked directly onto the Earth transmission graphics flashing before them. Her analytical mind processed the Red Diamond's pattern in a millisecond.
"Rose does not possess the intellectual capacity or the mathematical discipline required to engineer a mutation of this caliber in a crystalline matrix," White decreed, her smooth, resonant, and chilling voice instantly silencing Blue and Yellow, who lowered their heads. "And no ordinary gem in our court holds the biological access code to replicate the geometric structure of our light hierarchy. This is no theft, nor is it a cheap imitation. This is a perfect anomaly. An autonomous variable I did not design in my original architecture."
White took a step forward, shifting the light intensity of the room, and for the first time in eons, a spark of pure, raw intellectual curiosity flashed across her perfect eyes. A gem on a primitive planet had cracked the secret of the Diamond scale all on their own, and that was something White could not ignore.
"We are going to Earth," White commanded, her tone implacable, leaving no room for questions or arguments. "Prep the flagship vessels and the Authority's dreadnoughts immediately. I want to see for myself what kind of creature has dared to evolve to our level of perfection on that organic-infested planet."
The largest military deployment in the history of Era 1 didn't wait. Within minutes, the monumental Diamond colony ships shaped like arms and a central torso left Homeworld's star docks, ripping through the fabric of space-time with their quantum hyper-distortion engines on a direct trajectory toward the solar system. The full Diamond Authority, led by White, was heading to Earth with their entire arsenal, ready to uncover and eradicate the red anomaly threatening the cosmic order of their empire.
END OF CHAPTER 32