The seven massive vessels of the Primordial Empire hung in the void like broken toys. These were machines built to erase civilizations, powered by the core energy of dying stars, yet they looked pathetic.

The glowing white-and-gold hulls flickered, their lights dimming as if the very idea of power was being drained out of them.

Inside the lead ship, the four-eyed commander was no longer seated upon its crystalline throne. The sudden stop had ignored the laws of inertia, but the mental shock was far worse. Its sensors, tools that could map the birth of a galaxy, showed nothing but zeros.

"Logic error," the commander whispered, its constellation-like skin flickering wildly. "The laws of physics have been overwritten. Re-establishing connection to the Great Core…"

Naomi watched with wide eyes. "What happens now? Are you going to blow them up?"

Noah tilted his head, studying the ships with clinical curiosity. "I could. But remember what I told you? This is a scouting fleet. If I turn them into dust, the Empire will send something bigger and far more annoying next time. I need to send a message that makes their so-called Great Core hesitate. I want them to feel a very specific emotion: fear."

"Can robots feel fear?" Naomi asked, looking at the sleek, feather-shaped vessels.

"In the Primordial Empire, everything is connected," Noah explained. "Their ships, soldiers, and commanders are all part of a single psychic network. If I hurt one correctly, the entire Empire feels the sting."

The lead ship flickered back to life. A secondary weapon port opened along its flank, revealing a long, slender needle that began to glow violet. This was not a simple laser. It was a beam of Anti-Existence, engineered to delete matter itself.

"Target locked," the alien commander announced again, though its voice now wavered. "Erasure sequence initiated."

The violet beam fired, traveling at the speed of light, a line of pure nothingness aimed straight at Noah's chest.

Naomi screamed, her hands flying to her mouth.

Noah did not move. He did not even raise a shield. When the beam reached a point exactly ten feet in front of him, it simply bent.

It neither reflected nor shattered. It curved smoothly around them, like water flowing around a polished stone. The beam continued onward, striking a distant, lifeless asteroid. The asteroid did not explode. It vanished, leaving a clean void where it had once existed.

"My turn," Noah said.

This time, he did not invoke the Law of Command. Instead, he reached forward and plucked at empty space, as though pulling a string on an invisible instrument.

The Law of Vibration.

A ripple passed through the vacuum. Invisible to the eye, it resonated through Naomi's teeth. A low hum grew into a roaring thrum she felt in her bones and soul.

The seven ships began to shake.

It was not a normal tremor. Their forms warped as though reflected in a distorted mirror. Hulls stretched and compressed. The ornate gold filigree along their sides flaked away like dead skin.

"Brother, look!" Naomi cried, pointing.

The vessels were vibrating themselves apart at the molecular level. Alloys designed to withstand stellar heat disintegrated into fine metallic dust.

"I am not destroying them," Noah murmured. "I am just asking the atoms to stop holding hands."

Within seconds, the seven warships were gone. In their place drifted seven clouds of shimmering gold and white powder, slowly dispersing in the gravity of Alpha Centauri.

Noah waved his hand. The dust clouds compressed into a single dense sphere of scrap metal, roughly the size of a house.

"There," he said as his aura faded back to its usual calm presence. "I kept the command bridge intact inside that ball. They will have just enough equipment left to transmit a recording home. They need to see the look on my face."

Naomi stood frozen, her heart finally slowing. The scale of what she had witnessed defied comprehension. Her brother had not fought a fleet. He had played with it.

"You are really… that strong?" she asked softly.

Noah turned to her. The ancient, cold light in his eyes disappeared, replaced by the familiar, infuriating smirk of her older brother. "I told you. It is a Tuesday. Though technically it is still Monday back home, so I am ahead of schedule."

He floated closer and ruffled her hair, ignoring her protests. "Do you still want to see the stars, or have you had enough excitement for one day?"

Naomi looked around. The Milky Way stretched like a smear of purple and pink across the black canvas. Alpha Centauri's sun glowed warmly in the distance. Despite the violence that had just occurred, it was the most beautiful sight she had ever seen.

"I want to stay for a minute," she said quietly. "It is so peaceful here. No reporters. No people asking me to lead armies. No pressure."

Noah nodded and stood beside her. They floated together in the infinite silence, two siblings at the center of existence, while the remains of an empire's pride drifted away behind them.

When they returned to the liquid-starlight palace on Earth, the atmosphere had completely changed.

The transition from vacuum to the lush, oxygen-rich garden was instantaneous. Naomi stumbled as gravity reclaimed her body.

"Back so soon?" Martha asked, approaching with a tray of fresh lemonade. She took one look at Naomi's dazed expression and then at Noah's smug grin. "Noah, did you scare your sister?"

"I showed her the sights, Mom," Noah said, reaching for a glass.

"He deleted a fleet!" Naomi burst out. "Mom, he did not even use a sword. He just pointed and said 'stop,' and the universe listened!"

Martha sighed and shook her head. "That is nice, dear. But your father is having a crisis. He cannot decide between the blue suit or the charcoal gray for the global broadcast."

Noah laughed. "Let us help him. If he is going to be the Emperor of Earth's Public Relations, he needs to look sharp."

They found Eric inside a massive dressing room Noah had created. Eric stood before a mirror, holding two empty Gene Evolution Serum vials.

"Noah," Eric said, turning. "I took the first two like you said. I feel… different. Like I could punch through a brick wall. But this broadcast, are you sure? People are calling me the Progenitor of the New Era. I am just a man who makes decent sourdough."

Noah stepped forward and placed a hand on his father's shoulder. With a gentle probe of inner power, he examined Eric's meridians. The serums were working perfectly. Aging cells rebuilt themselves into something stronger than diamond.

"Dad, the world needs a hero it can understand," Noah said seriously. "If I step forward, they will see a god. They will be terrified. They will feel small, like pets. But you? You are a father. A baker. A man who worked his entire life."

He smiled. "When they see you standing there, strong and confident, they will think, 'If Eric Aldric can become a legend, maybe I can too.' You are not just a spokesperson. You are proof that humanity still matters."

Eric stared at his reflection, then straightened. The charcoal suit fit him perfectly now. "A baker-king, huh? I have handled tougher crowds during the Saturday morning rush."

An hour later, every screen on Earth flickered to life. Billboards in Tokyo. Broken phones in ruined cities. Everyone saw the same image.

Eric Aldric stood on the palace balcony, the green super-continent stretching behind him beneath a flawless blue sky.

He did not look like a general or a politician. He looked like a man at peace.

"People of Earth," Eric began, his voice amplified by the Law of Command so it felt personal to every listener. "You have heard rumors. You have seen changes outside your windows. You are wondering how the world ended, only to be reborn overnight."

Across the globe, billions fell silent.

"The old world is gone," he continued. "The empires that traded your lives for power are gone. We have been given a second chance.

This new continent is not a prison. It is a garden. From today forward, we are no longer divided by technology or strength. We are simply humans learning to live in a much larger universe."

He paused, a hint of humor in his eyes. "And yes, for those wondering, the soil here is perfect for wheat. By next harvest, we will have the best bread you have ever tasted."

The speech was simple. It was honest. It was exactly what the world needed.

As celebrations erupted and reporters scrambled, Noah stood in the shadows, watching his father thrive.

A presence appeared beside him. He did not need to turn.

"You are letting them have all the fun," Naomi whispered.

"I have other concerns," Noah replied.

He gazed upward. Even in daylight, his vision pierced the atmosphere and reached the void.

The gold-and-white dust in Alpha Centauri was gone. Something had collected it. Something far faster than a scouting fleet.

The Primordial Empire had received the message. They were not afraid. They were curious.

The Law of Fate stirred. A new thread formed, pulling toward Earth. Not a fleet. A single point of light. A champion.

"Naomi," Noah said quietly. "Tell Mom to double dinner portions."

"Why?"

"Because we are getting another guest," Noah said, hunger sharpening his gaze. "And this one might last longer than a second."

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