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"The children... the outcasts. They have no defense against an army." "That is why I have spent thirty years building this," Alaric said. He pressed a button on the wall, and the floor of the ship groaned. A hidden hangar opened below us. I looked down and gasped. Row after row of massive, silver-plated ships sat ready for war. Thousands of soldiers were training with weapons that glowed with the same blue light I had seen on the island. "This is the Ghost Army," Alaric said. "The wolves the world thought were dead. We are going to the Vale, Lyra. And we are going to show them that the Silver Line doesn't break. It just gets sharper."

The silver gears in his eyes began to spin "If you say no the Architect will see this group as a failure. He will throw the Ark ship into the sun. We will wait another thousand years for a new person to grow." Suddenly the glass room shook violently. A red alarm began to flash through the mirrors. The Benson-machine hissed, "The Guild. The monsters from the ocean... They did not just stay on Earth. They hid a virus in the ships hull. They are trying to hack the Eye!" The mirrors began to turn black. A dark oily liquid started to leak through the cracks in the glass floor. The monsters from below were fighting the gods from above. June was caught in the middle of their war.

I asked Vivian, looking at her for confirmation. She gave me a sad smile but didn't reply. Oh. Well, "I'm not going anywhere." I said when she didn't reply. I had Kraegos? Only powerful witches could do that and I wasn't powerful, was I? "Of course, you aren't, baby girl," Vivian replied and gave Alix a subtle nod. He began to step back with his pack, I followed suit so that he wouldn't step on my toes. The uniformed warriors were fighting off both the mist monsters and the scorpion-wolves. They seemed to be having a hard time bringing down the huge monsters.

"NO!" The black ocean exploded. THE FIRST ALLIANCE Suddenly, the gates opened. Not one. Not ten. Thousands. Millions. Armies appeared. Ships. Creatures. People. Civilizations. Aria stared in disbelief. "What is happening?" Gabriel looked at his device. "The worlds are responding." The first army stepped through. They wore silver armor. Behind them came enormous creatures with four wings. Then came ships made of light. Then humans carrying weapons Aria had never seen.

The Aegis-7 System. Deep Space Debris Field. Zero Hour + 18 Minutes. "We don't have time for a therapy session!" Jack roared over the comms. Outside the breached airlock of the scavenger ship, the dark violet mist was coalescing into a nightmare. The Abyss-infected golden angels were swarming by the hundreds, their corrupted, jagged claws tearing at the kinetic shields of Elias and Kael’s Vanguard mechs. Inside the airlock, the survivor was still kneeling on the floor, paralyzed by the sight of the cyan-glowing human machines. To them, the Creators were the ultimate monsters, and the Abyss was the executioner. Seeing the two energies fighting each other was breaking their mind.

​The Choice of the Gatekeeper ​"We can't send a machine, and we can't send a child," I said, looking at the Vane-Thorne ship, which had returned to the Sahara and was now being "Upgraded" by the Xylos-vines. The ship was no longer a teardrop of stone; it was a Living-Eye, its hull covered in a shimmering, ocular-quartz that could "See" the resonance of distant stars.

"She thought the Gutter was a place in Tokyo. But look at this, Julian. The whole galaxy is being turned into a Gutter. Someone has put a 'Price-Tag' on the universe." ​Suddenly, the ship’s proximity-sensors flared. A massive, jagged structure emerged from the nebula, a Collector-Ship. It was twice the size of the Vane’s Legacy II, built of rusted iron and pulsing with a sickly, artificial yellow light. It looked like a vulture made of scrap metal.

Hot, sticky, and tasting heavenly, I swallowed as much as I could while a few drops escaped and Laixa leaned in and licked them off my skin. When we reached the port we all got out and began loading our belongings and those of Domina and Dominus onto the ship waiting for us. It wasn’t very big and Laixa looked at it in fear. I pointed at the flat surface of the water and said, “Look, it’s calm, we’ll be fine.” “I’m not so sure, I have heard of giant monsters sleeping under the water and they will rise and drag any vessel below the surface.” I laughed. “Your imagination is too big, there are no such monsters.”

Living beings from all over the Dark World had gathered outside the Anceralos World in their massive flying battleships. On every battleship, there were at least trillions of living beings aboard. In the distance were several more battleships belonging to the otherworldly powerhouses. Seneca stood before them and stared at Xzavion with a smirk.

“Scan those ships immediately!” Data filled the main screen in front of the command chair, along with a live feed of the port beacon a dozen kilometers away. There, aggressive insectoid ships flashed into Hegemony space. They watched with awe as hundreds of fighters, dozens of frigates, destroyers, and cruisers appeared on their sensors. That fearful awe turned to absolute dread as a battleship also appeared in their midst. “Sir!” said the tech, “Ship technology confirmed - it’s the Drogar Empire!”