For a brief moment, there was silence. Fang Yuan stood in his indigo pocket of space, believing the shroud of "Space-Time Weaving" had rendered Moon 9 invisible. But suddenly, the stars outside the fold didn't just flicker—they extinguished.
A voice, heavy as a collapsing star, tore through the dimensions. It didn't come from a throat; it came from the vacuum itself.
"A Weaver thinks he can hide a grain of sand from the desert's owner?"
The Galactic Overlord (Rank 3) didn't search. He simply exerted his Stellar Majesty. From the Aetheric Citadel, he reached out with a hand made of pure gravity. He didn't need to see the moon; he felt the "lack" of it.
"GRAVITY COLLAPSE: SINGULARITY BURST."
The space around Moon 9 began to scream. Fang Yuan's indigo threads, which he had so carefully woven, began to snap like dry straw. The "Blind Spot" was ripped open by the sheer mass of the Overlord's intent.
The entire sector—not just the moon, but the surrounding space for millions of kilometers—began to compress. The Overlord wasn't looking for Fang Yuan; he was destroying the entire "Room" to kill the flea inside it.
Kaelen and Zane, even in their hollow state, were crushed into the ground by a force that turned their bones to lead. Lia fell, her staff shattering.
Fang Yuan looked up, his indigo eyes reflecting the descending golden palm of a God. For the first time, he felt the true weight of a Rank 3: Galactic Overlord. It wasn't magic. It was the universe itself saying: "You do not belong."
"Master!" Lia screamed as the atmosphere of the moon began to ignite from the pressure. "The fold is failing! Everything is being erased!"
Fang Yuan gripped his hands, his knuckles white. He had underestimated the Overlord's willingness to burn his own garden just to catch a thief. As the golden fire of the Overlord's wrath began to liquefy the surface of the moon, Fang Yuan realized that his "Loom" was about to be pulverized.