The Pseudo-God Fleet... was annihilated.
No, it was formatted.
That shadow of deep purple, which once shrouded the galaxy and radiated a cold sense of oppression, now left behind only an endless... pure white. It was a white so pure it was suffocating, resembling the primordial canvas at the very birth of the universe. There were no stars, no dust, no faint humming background of radiation, not even the fundamental quantum fluctuation ripples that space should possess. Absolute silence. Absolute void. Absolute... white.
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