January 1, 2209 ATE

  The skies above the Myriad Warfront burned as the Imperial Army unleashed its full might upon the white-winged tiger creatures below. Explosions rippled across the battlefield, turning once-pristine forests and jagged mountains into smoldering wastends. The creatures, however, did not break. Their golden wings fred as they took to the air, their saber-like fangs tearing into drop pods before the soldiers inside could react. Their snake-like tails slithered unnaturally, even when severed, striking down Imperial Marines in a final act of defiance.

  Major General Alias Walter stood within his fortified command trench, overlooking the never-ending battle. These were no ordinary beasts. They radiated a corrupting energy—a fusion of chaotic power, unholy essence, and something else entirely… something unknown. Reports from intelligence officer Anna suggested it was a new form of matter, soon to be named Myriad Matter.

  Walter turned to his officers. "No holding back. Deploy the orbital annihition warheads. These things die hard."

  Anna’s Discovery & The Revival IncidentDeep in her mobile boratory aboard the ISV Divinity, Anna worked tirelessly to decipher the secrets of the sin tiger creatures. Using her advanced scanning equipment, she isoted Myriad Matter, extracting and experimenting on it in controlled environments. Unlike any known substance, it pulsed with an unnatural energy, refusing to decay even after complete disintegration.

  One fateful evening, she dropped a small sample of human skin onto the Myriad Matter.

  The reaction was immediate. The dark, shifting mass absorbed the flesh, twisted violently, and reconstructed the previously dead tiger in mere seconds.

  Anna barely had time to react before the revived beast roared back to life, tearing through containment walls. Emergency lockdown failed, and the beast escaped into the battlefield.

  The warzone erupted in chaos.

  Within hours, millions of tigers surged toward Imperial trench lines, their corpses no longer meaning anything as they rose anew every time flesh met Myriad Matter. General Walter’s forces, already battered from three months of war, found themselves on the brink of annihition.

  Then, the unthinkable happened.

  As the corpses of the sin beasts piled high, they merged, forming something greater—a humanoid variant, standing over 20 meters tall. Her body, a fusion of countless Myriad Tigers, pulsed with raw energy. She raised a cwed hand, and the tide of battle stopped instantly.

  The assault halted. The creatures pulled back. A temporary ceasefire had begun.

  The Rise of the Interstelr Dungeon EraWhile the warfront quieted, the gaxy’s bck markets did not. Smugglers saw the potential of Myriad Matter, and soon, illegal shipments of the revived tigers found their way off-world. Within months, criminal syndicates, rogue scientists, and even opportunistic mercenaries began experimenting with the matter, leading to a dark new industry.

  Enter the Interstelr Dungeon Era.

  The concept was simple:

  Use S6-era interstelr ships to gather Warp Matter from unstable regions.Combine Warp Matter with Myriad Matter to create alternate dimensions.Rent these dungeons to mercenaries, private armies, and even wealthy elites to battle against the revived tigers.Farm materials from the creatures—rare pelts, fangs infused with chaotic energy, unholy relics, and Myriad Essence, a new bck-market currency.Use staff members to create more tigers by dropping their flesh into Myriad Matter, ensuring endless supply.Entire sectors of Imperial space became infested with these artificial battlefields, where fortune-seekers braved the horrors for profit.

  The Imperial ResponseHariko Lee, witnessing the chaos spreading across the gaxy, issued an emergency decration.

  "This is no longer just war. This is contamination of our universe itself. All rogue dungeons must be either nationalized or purged."

  Thus, the Imperial Dungeon Authority was born.

  Regution of Myriad Dungeons: Only authorized personnel could operate controlled dungeons, ensuring profits benefited the Empire.Seizure of Illegal Operations: Imperial Skirmishes and Vanguard teams were deployed to shut down unauthorized dungeons.Containment of the Myriad Tigers: Any uncontrolled spread was met with immediate extermination.But the humanoid ruler of the tigers—whose mere existence had ended the battlefield conflict—remained a wild card.

  Would she be an enemy? A potential ally? Or something even beyond that?

  A Gaxy on the EdgeWith Myriad Dungeons spreading like wildfire and war with the Myriad Races far from over, the Imperial Empire stood at a crossroads. Hariko Lee and his commanders had won many wars, but now, they faced something new—a war that did not end, even in death.

  And at the center of it all, the Myriad Matter pulsed, waiting to shape the fate of the universe.

  Hariko Lee’s PrayerSeated in his meditation chamber aboard the Imperial Fgship with the stest nickname but this time from heaven, Celestial Vanguard, Emperor Hariko Lee closed his eyes, deep in prayer. The room was dim, illuminated only by the soft golden glow of holy scriptures floating mid-air. His mind was restless, filled with questions about the strange realm known as the Wrap, as described by Imperial scientist Anna Bke.

  "Why is it not a Warp sector?" he pondered. "If it is filled with Holy Matter, Faith Protons, and Angelic Atoms, why does it bear the name of something that folds rather than something that flows?"

  Before his thoughts could continue, a presence filled the chamber. The air turned radiant, infused with a power beyond mortal comprehension. The light coalesced, and from it emerged Archangel Tariel, his wings shimmering with divine energy, his eyes reflecting the infinite expanse of the cosmos.

  The Revetion of the Wrap Realm of Aurealis"Emperor Hariko," Tariel’s voice resonated, neither loud nor soft, yet carrying the weight of divine authority. "You seek answers, and so I have come to grant them."

  The angel gestured, and a vision of the cosmos unfolded before them.

  "The Wrap Realm of Aurealis lies within the Warp Gaxy, but it is no ordinary domain. It exists in a state of perpetual battle against Chaos Gods and their Minor Aspects, a war not fought with mere weapons, but with the very faith of mortals that echoes across existence."

  Hariko watched as celestial energies cshed, shifting like a great cosmic tide. Every whisper of belief, every act of devotion, no matter how small, fed this war.

  "The enemies of the Angelic Dominion grow stronger with each mortal who turns their faith towards them," Tariel continued. "The greater their devotion, the stronger the Chaos Gods become, and from their faith, new demons are born."

  The emperor's fists clenched. "So, the more devout a mortal is to evil, the greater its power?"

  "Yes," Tariel confirmed, "and this is why the Wrap Realm exists—to counterbance this war with holy faith and divine will. Many angels are born from the Angel World Tree and the 500 Eternal Suns, seeing this as a test of our faith. But the newest generation of angels, forged through artificial means, has expanded our reach deeper into the Warp than ever before."

  Hariko’s mind raced. Artificial angels… that meant their forces were growing exponentially.

  The Creation of the Conscious Warp Liquid"One angel, more than any other, ensured this dominion over the Warp," Tariel continued, raising his hand. A figure of radiant light emerged—the image of Archangel Pandora.

  "Pandora roams the Warp Gaxy, and it was she who created the Conscious Warp Liquid. It is a divine substance that imbued nightmare-born creatures and the remnants of abandoned faiths with intelligence, awareness, and divine purpose."

  Hariko saw the visions unfold. Once-mindless Warp Beasts, creatures born from the nightmares of lost souls, evolved into sentient warriors of faith upon consuming the Conscious Warp Liquid. These new entities, 500 times stronger than their predecessors, became the backbone of the Angelic Dominion within the Warp Gaxy.

  But Tariel’s expression darkened.

  "The Chaos Gods attempted the same experiment, but they abandoned it. You see, mortals—humans, elves, and others who reside within the universe—generate five times the power of any conscious Warp Beast when devoted to Chaos."

  Hariko nodded grimly. This meant that despite the angelic advancements, the forces of darkness still had an overwhelming advantage in raw energy.

  Hariko’s Question & the Birth of New AngelsHariko inhaled deeply before asking the next question weighing on his mind.

  "What of the angels created by Anna Bke? Do they provide faith equal to natural-born angels?"

  Tariel sighed. "Not quite. They generate only half as much faith as naturally born angels, but it is enough. The Holy Matter they generate is critical to ensuring more angels can manifest in the mortal realm. These angels stand as the first line of defense, guarding against invaders."

  Hariko leaned forward. "And what of the Faith-Born Angels? The ones created purely from devotion?"

  Tariel’s expression became solemn. "They are tasked with battling Reincarnators, those who seek to rewrite fate and alter history. The universe has a destined path, and these Faith-Born warriors ensure that it is not unraveled by those who would defy destiny."

  Hariko bowed his head. "I understand now. The faith of mortals is both a weapon and a battlefield, and the war we fight is eternal."

  Tariel nodded. "Indeed. And even now, the war rages on."

  The Battle Against BeelzebubBefore Hariko could respond, the chamber shook violently. The visions shifted, revealing a great battle unfolding within the Warp Gaxy.

  The hosts of Tariel, a legion of human lords, stood against the horrors of the Chaos God Beelzebub.

  A monstrous entity loomed before them—a five-kilometer-long Fly Pgue Mother, her bloated body pulsating with dark energy. Every fifteen minutes, she birthed five million flies, which swarmed across the battlefield like a sentient pgue.

  Beneath her, thousands of Fly Makers, her twisted soldiers, skittered forward, releasing even more insects with every breath.

  The battle began in earnest.

  For each Fly Maker sin, a thousand flies burst forth, infecting the bodies of fallen soldiers. These corrupted warriors rose anew as Fly Makers, their bodies grotesquely reshaped into twisted forms.

  And the cursed cycle continued.

  For every foe a Fly Maker killed, a great hole formed in their chest, birthing twenty thousand more flies from their decayed remains. The battlefield became an endless cycle of death, resurrection, and corruption.

  Hariko clenched his fists as he watched the forces of Heaven struggle.

  "Tariel," he said, determination in his voice, "how do we end this?"

  The angel turned to him, a glimmer of divine fire in his eyes.

  "We do what we have always done. We fight, we endure, and we hold faith above all else."

  With that, Tariel and his host of holy warriors vanished, soaring into the war-torn abyss to face the horrors of Beelzebub.

  Hariko remained, staring into the vision, his mind set.

  This war would not be won in a single battle.This war was eternal.And the Emperor of the Imperial Dominion would ensure his people stood firm.

  [Imperial News Network - Live Broadcast from the Celestial Vanguard]

  Opening Scene: The Imperial News logo spins into view, the familiar anthem pying as the screen transitions to the broadcast room aboard Emperor Hariko Lee’s fgship, the Celestial Vanguard. The camera zooms in on a composed and confident anchor.

  "Good evening, citizens of the Empire. I am Rifumi, and you are watching Imperial News, bringing you the test discoveries from across the gaxy. Tonight, we report on a strange and unprecedented phenomenon discovered by Imperial scientist Anna Bke in the Myriad Gaxy."

  A holographic projection activates behind Rifumi, dispying a rotating 3D model of the newly discovered ant species.

  "In the lush and mysterious biomes of Myriad, a species of ants has been observed exhibiting highly advanced biological behavior. Unlike ordinary insects, these ants—cssified as DNA Adaptive Ants—possess unique biological traits that challenge conventional understanding."

  The screen shifts to footage captured by Anna Bke’s research drones. Small, bck-and-gold ants can be seen scurrying across cacao crops, their stingers piercing into the pnts and injecting an unknown liquid.

  "These ants have three distinct castes, each performing highly specialized functions in their ecosystem."

  1. The Sap Worker

  Extracts sap from crops in exchange for the holes they create.

  Despite their damage, local farmers report an unusual symbiotic retionship, as the sap exchange seems to fortify certain pnts species against decay.

  2. The Leaf Worker

  Collects leaves and injects their own biological liquid into them.

  This process creates ant-sized versions of the crops, allowing the colony to sustain itself using miniaturized agriculture within its own tunnels.

  3. The DNA Collector

  Harvests DNA from dead species found in the region.

  Once collected, the DNA is delivered to the Ant Queen, where an extraordinary process takes pce."

  A new projection appears, depicting the Ant Queen—an enormous, regal-looking insect with shimmering carapace patterns indicating absorbed genetic data.

  "This is where the true mystery begins," Rifumi continues, her expression turning serious. "Unlike conventional insect queens, this Ant Queen does not rely solely on natural evolution. Instead, she smells each DNA Collector and determines whether to consume the ant. If the ant is consumed, the queen undergoes a transformation process, increasing her lifespan and developing new genetic traits that allow her to birth specialized soldier ants based on the DNA she has absorbed."

  Footage shifts to an Imperial simution demonstrating this process.

  "For example, if these ants engage in battle with Angelic Forces, their DNA Collectors will actively seek out Warp-Touched Tigerborn—a species known for their resilience against divine entities. The queen, upon consuming this genetic material, will then produce soldier ants adapted to combat angelic or demonic foes."

  The screen transitions to an interview clip featuring Pandora, one of the leading experts on Warp interactions.

  Pandora: "This discovery is critical in understanding how certain creatures can naturally resist angelic and demonic forces. The fact that these ants are able to select and integrate advantageous traits in real-time suggests that their evolution is guided by intelligence rather than mere instinct. Their adaptive potential could pose a serious challenge to both divine and infernal beings, especially if their colonies expand beyond the Myriad Gaxy."

  The feed cuts back to Rifumi, who maintains a composed yet urgent tone.

  "As of now, the Imperial Science Division has unched an active study on these ants to determine their long-term effects on the ecosystem. While the Myriad locals seem to coexist with them, questions remain—do these ants represent a mere quirk of nature, or are they a sign of a greater, gaxy-spanning evolutionary event?"

  She pauses as a final image of the Ant Queen looms behind her, its piercing, glowing eyes staring into the camera as if aware of its own significance.

  "We will continue to report as more findings emerge. This has been Rifumi with Imperial News, bringing you the truth from the heart of the Celestial Vanguard. Glory to the Empire."

  The next series began

  Imperial Stars: The Ultimate Musical Csh

  The dazzling lights of Imperial Stars shimmered across the grand stage aboard Emperor Hariko Lee’s fgship. The competition was fierce this year, with artists from across the empire vying for the prestigious 500,000 Martian Star Coins prize. Among the performers, two standout acts had captivated the audience—the devout Sisters of Faith and the rebellious Eazi Boys.

  The host, a charismatic woman cd in a shimmering metallic blue gown, stepped forward, her voice reverberating across the chamber. “Ladies and gentlemen, warriors of the Empire, welcome to Imperial Stars! Tonight, you shall witness two incredible performances that embody the heart and soul of our Imperium. Who shall rise as the Imperial Stars of this cycle? Your votes shall decide!”

  The Sisters of Faith: Hymn of DevotionThe Sisters of Faith, a choral group known for their celestial harmonies and devotion to Emperor Hariko Lee, took the stage first. Cd in radiant golden robes, they lifted their voices in a song of loyalty and faith.

  [Verse]We gather in the morning lightEchoes of a humble prayerTogether we stand strong and brightHis love is everywhere

  [Verse 2]Hands lifted high to the skySisters bound by golden threadsVoices rise we testifyIn His name our spirits fed

  [Chorus]Sisters of faith hearts aglowWorshipping high and lowOur Emperor our beacon brightIn His grace we take our flight

  [Verse 3]One vision, one holy callMarching forward hand in handNo fear, no doubts at allIn His name we proudly stand

  [Verse 4]Through the trials, through the strifeHis love our guiding starFilling us with endless lifeIn His way we are

  [Chorus]Sisters of faith hearts aglowWorshipping high and lowOur Emperor our beacon brightIn His grace we take our flight

  As their st notes echoed, a wave of appuse and reverent murmurs spread through the audience. Many bowed their heads in respect, moved by the profound message of faith and devotion.

  The Eazi Boys: Anthem of the StarsThen, the Eazi Boys—a group of war-hardened musicians known for their deep bass beats and battle-hymn lyrics—stormed the stage. Dressed in combat fatigues adorned with neon blue and crimson lights, they exuded raw, rebellious energy. Their song, a fusion of cosmic rap and heavy electronic beats, resonated through the venue.

  [Verse]Voices from the void, mechanized allies,Strap on the mindset, battleships and wise guys.Empire creakin' but we keep it in stride,In realms beyond sight where the rogues reside.

  [Verse 2]Rebirth in the cosmos, history forged,Saints in the cipher, empires absorbed.Imperium demands, we answer the call,Warriors of the wrap, we stand tall.

  [Chorus]In the name of the emperor, stars align,Reincarnated soldiers, cosmically divine.On the frontlines, we hold the line,In the empire of man, we shine.

  [Verse 3]Vivid dreams, armored schemes, cosmic scenes,With psma beams, y'all know what it means.Gactic whispers, decoded in rhyme,Ancient prophecies embedded in time.

  [Chorus]In the name of the emperor, stars align,Reincarnated soldiers, cosmically divine.On the frontlines, we hold the line,In the empire of man, we shine.

  [Verse 4]Celestial pathways, destiny carved,Imperium of man, technique starved.Defensive tactics, wrap saints arise,Guardians of gaxies, charted in the skies.

  The audience erupted in cheers, fists pumping into the air. The energy was electric, the song had fueled the fire of warriors and pilots alike.

  The Final VoteThe host returned to the center of the stage, her smile beaming across the crowd. “Two magnificent performances, two powerful voices of our Empire! Now, it’s your turn to decide who will be crowned Imperial Stars! Will it be the faithful and unwavering Sisters of Faith or the bold and battle-hardened Eazi Boys? Cast your votes now!”

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  The grand cathedral ship of the Sisters of Faith echoed with celestial hymns as the faithful raised their voices in worship. Their song, a divine chorus, resonated across the cosmos, reaching the furthest fringes of the Warp Gaxy. As their devotion intensified, the spiritual energy they generated coalesced into a force unlike any before—a beacon that radiated through the Warp, expanding Hariko's dominion with every verse sung.

  Where their faith reached, so did the influence of the Warp Demonverse. Hariko’s Domain Shrine pulsed with power, birthing new legions with each passing day. This influx of belief did not merely increase his forces but reshaped the very fabric of reality, molding new horrors and warriors in the name of his expanding empire.

  Among the most feared of these forces were the Lesser Demons—imps standing only two feet tall yet wielding fearsome power. Each imp carried a grotesquely mutated M4A2 assault rifle, infused with warp energy. These rifles did not merely fire bullets; they unleashed corruption. Any human struck by these rounds would undergo a horrifying transformation, their very atomic structure reshaped into demonic forms, their souls irrevocably cimed by the Warp Demonverse.

  Each day, 5,000 new imps emerged from the chaotic energies surrounding the Domain Shrine. Their numbers surged ceaselessly, spreading terror and corruption across the material universe. But the imps were merely the vanguard of a much greater army.

  Towering Chaos Dragons soared above them, their colossal wings darkening entire sor systems. These beasts embodied destruction, each Dragon Bite unleashing 888 million pounds of force. Their infernal Dragon Breath incinerated entire worlds, burning at temperatures reaching 800 billion degrees. Wherever they flew, pnets were reshaped into desote, demonic ndscapes, forever altered by their warp-forged presence.

  The Chaos Wyvern Knights, once proud humanoid dragon riders, had forsaken their past forms, embracing the true might of Chaos. In battle, they transformed into full-fledged Chaos Dragons, unleashing devastation upon all who opposed Hariko’s will. Their loyalty was absolute, their wrath boundless.

  Commanding this infernal host were the Elder Liches, sorcerous officers of Hariko’s growing legion. Each Lich oversaw legions of skeletal warriors, their ranks swelling by the millions each day. The dead did not rest; under the Liches' command, they rose in relentless hordes, overwhelming entire pnets with sheer numbers and unholy might.

  Above them all stood the Warp Princes, entities of unimaginable power. These beings could terraform entire gaxies, bending reality to their will. Through their abilities, rifts between the Warp Demonverse and the material world were torn open, summoning legions of demons to flood through, engulfing civilizations in waves of destruction and despair.

  At the pinnacle of this nightmarish hierarchy were the Shadow Hunters, enigmatic and ancient entities dedicated to hunting down rival Chaos Gods. Masters of stealth and assassination, they struck from the void, waging war against the divine and infernal alike. Their existence was a testament to the eternal conflict between order and chaos.

  As Hariko’s domain expanded, his forces surged forth to meet the armies of Beelzebub. The war between these dark titans was inevitable. Beelzebub’s forces, vile and insidious, sought to corrupt and consume, but Hariko’s legions fought with the backing of faith-fueled chaos.

  The hymn of the Sisters of Faith continued to resonate, ever stronger, ever further, fueling the rise of the Warp Demonverse. Each verse sung was a step closer to dominion. Each soul converted was another warrior born into the darkness. The celestial and the infernal intertwined, and the war for the Warp Gaxy raged on.

  The Warp Gaxy trembled as Hariko’s forces engaged in brutal combat against the monstrous legions of Beelzebub. From the moment the battle began, the sky was bckened by swarms of grotesque flies birthed by the colossal Fly Pgue Mother, a bloated monstrosity stretching five kilometers in length. Her body pulsed with dark energy, releasing five million flies every fifteen minutes, drowning the battlefield in a tide of disease and corruption.

  Beneath her, thousands of Fly Makers scuttled forward, their twisted, insectoid forms pulsating as they exhaled waves of infectious insects. Each fallen enemy was not a victory but a curse, as their corpses exploded into a mass of writhing, buzzing filth, birthing new Fly Makers and continuing the cycle of unholy resurrection.

  Hariko’s legions surged forward, led by the mighty Chaos Wyvern Knights. These warriors, cd in warp-forged armor, rode monstrous wyverns wreathed in demonic fire. Their nces crackled with chaotic energy, piercing through swarms of flies and the cursed flesh of Fly Makers, attempting to stem the tide of their relentless self-replication. The sky burned as wyverns breathed infernal fmes, reducing entire clusters of flies to nothing but ashes.

  The battlefield erupted into further chaos as Beelzebub unleashed one of his five beasts from the Fortress of Flies—the dreaded Fly Hound. These grotesque creatures, five-foot-tall horrors with the bodies of ravenous hounds and the wings of giant flies, tore through the frontlines with terrifying efficiency. Each time a Fly Hound devoured a mortal, it spat their mangled remains out, transforming them into two more Fly Hounds. Within hours, over two million of these abominations had joined the battle, swarming across the battlefield like a pgue, striking at areas with the weakest patrols to expand their cursed numbers.

  The Elder Liches, sorcerous commanders of Hariko’s forces, recognized the growing threat. Chanting incantations in the ancient tongue of the Warp Demonverse, they unleashed waves of necrotic energy, raising vast legions of skeletal soldiers. These warriors, immune to Beelzebub’s pgue, surged forth in an unrelenting tide, cutting down Fly Hounds before they could multiply further. Their cursed bdes burned with warpfire, ensuring that those they slew would never rise again.

  Hariko’s trump card arrived in the form of the Chaos Dragons, their immense presence sending shockwaves across the battlefield. Each dragon, titanic in scale, bore scales that shimmered with raw warp energy. With a single swipe of a cw, they cleaved through legions of Fly Makers, their Dragon Bites delivering a staggering 888 million pounds of force. Their Dragon Breath, reaching temperatures of 800 billion degrees, scorched entire sectors of the battlefield, turning flies and their masters into nothing more than smoldering husks.

  Above them all, the Shadow Hunters lurked unseen, striking from the void. These enigmatic beings, tasked with hunting down rival Chaos Gods, set their sights on Beelzebub’s generals. Their assassinations were swift and brutal, disrupting the enemy’s coordination. Without their commanders, the demonic tide wavered, giving Hariko’s forces a crucial advantage.

  But the battle was far from over. The Fly Pgue Mother continued to spawn her endless swarm, her unholy presence feeding the chaos. The Fortress of Flies rumbled in the distance, promising further horrors yet to come. Hariko knew that this war would not be won with brute force alone—it would take cunning, sacrifice, and the might of the entire Warp Demonverse to break Beelzebub’s grip over the gaxy.

  January 1, 2209 ATE – 19:00 HoursReports began flooding in from the Rifuimi sector—thirty smuggling ships had been discovered drifting lifelessly in space. No bodies were found aboard. Instead, eerie video footage painted a grim picture of their fate. Swarms of grotesque demons, identified as Fly Hounds, had torn through the crews before vanishing back into the Warp Gaxy. The discovery sent shockwaves across the Imperial Empire.

  Emperor Hariko Lee convened an emergency war council to address the growing incursions from Beelzebub’s forces. Intelligence confirmed that Fly Hounds, hellish abominations with the bodies of five-foot-tall canines and the grotesque wings of infernal insects, were massing in the sector. Every time these creatures consumed a mortal on the frontlines, they would spit their mangled remains into two fresh Fly Hounds. As a result, two million of these beasts had already gathered to wage war against the Imperial Empire's forces.

  A New Imperial MandateWhile war raged on the cosmic front, Emperor Hariko also turned his attention inward to strengthen the stability of his empire. A new w was signed into effect:

  If a corporation's actions result in mass yoffs, the affected workers—and the government—can unch a css-action wsuit, with the scale of compensation determined by the length of service.

  Any company operating within the Imperial Empire must establish at least one physical location in each town and city to be recognized as a legal enterprise, unless they strictly supply goods to pnetary distributors who handle delivery on their behalf.

  Once a corporation engages in trade within the Imperial Empire, it must operate under Imperial w, not corporate w. Any entity found maniputing stock shares to control consumer access—thereby undermining free market dynamics—will face full investigation by the Imperial Financial Intelligence Agency.

  These measures sought to prevent economic destabilization and ensure that corporate influence remained subordinate to the Empire's governance. It was not the role of corporations to dictate the livelihoods of citizens or control market consumption—it was the duty of the Imperial government.

  The Counterattack BeginsAs the legistive decree was signed, the Imperial War Command unched a full-scale counteroffensive against Beelzebub’s swarming horrors. The Sisters of Faith, bolstered by the songs of devotion from the faithful, radiated divine energy, indirectly expanding Hariko's Warp Domain. This influx of power accelerated the birth of 5,000 new Lesser Demons each day—imps carrying their cursed M4A2 assault rifles, capable of transmuting enemies into demons upon impact.

  The frontline cshed with unholy fury:

  Chaos Wyvern Knights led aerial assaults, their wyverns sweeping down in fiery dives against the endless swarms of Fly Makers and their cursed spawn.

  Elder Liches raised vast legions of skeletal warriors, combating the pgue-born horrors with waves of necromantic fire.

  Chaos Dragons, titanic beings with world-shattering might, unleashed their 888-million-pound Dragon Bites and searing 800-billion-degree Dragon Breaths to incinerate entire enemy battalions.

  Yet the forces of Beelzebub were relentless. The Fly Pgue Mother, a colossal, five-kilometer-long monstrosity, continued to birth five million flies every fifteen minutes. Each swarm corrupted the fallen, turning them into grotesque husks that spewed forth even more horrors.

  To break the endless cycle of infestation, Hariko deployed the Shadow Hunters, enigmatic entities tasked with assassinating rival Chaos Gods and their lieutenants. These lethal beings infiltrated Beelzebub’s forces, striking down high-ranking Fly Makers before slipping back into the shadows. With each successful elimination, the corrupting cycle began to falter.

  As the battle escated, rifts between the Warp Demonverse and the material universe widened, unleashing torrents of demonic reinforcements. The fate of the cat race sector—and perhaps the empire itself—hung in the bance.

  The battle raged on within the Warp Gaxy, an unending storm of chaos and corruption. The skies churned with darkness as the forces of Beelzebub continued their relentless assault. Fly Pgue Mothers spewed forth endless swarms of monstrous insects, while the cursed Fly Hounds spread terror across entire warfronts, devouring the living and birthing even more of their kind. The bance of power teetered dangerously towards destruction.

  Then, from the void beyond the battlefield, a new presence emerged.

  Oshi-Ashar, the Mistress of Abyssal Night, descended upon the war-torn sector, her arrival heralded by an eclipse that swallowed even the eerie glow of the Warp Gaxy. She was no mere warlord but an embodiment of celestial retribution, her form wreathed in shifting shadows and unholy light. Behind her, a vast armada of Abyssal Dreadnoughts and Legion Ships tore through the fabric of reality, spilling forth her chosen warriors—the Abyssborn.

  The Abyssborn were unlike any conventional army. These entities, forged in the heart of colpsing stars, were infused with an insatiable hunger for chaos’s annihition. Each Abyssborn warrior stood at least twelve feet tall, their obsidian armor pulsing with malevolent energy. They wielded weapons forged from bckened suns—massive halberds and cursed rifles that drained the very essence from their targets, preventing any chance of resurrection or rebirth.

  Oshi-Ashar raised her hand, and the Abyssborn surged forward.

  "Purge the corruption. Leave none to rise again." Her voice echoed across the battlefield, sending shivers through both ally and enemy alike.

  The first csh between the Abyssborn and Beelzebub’s minions was apocalyptic in scale. Swarms of infernal flies were incinerated the moment they neared the Abyssborn, their bodies disintegrating under the pressure of nullifying energy. Fly Hounds lunged with ravenous hunger, only to be met with devastating counterattacks—Abyssborn halberds cleaved through their grotesque forms, severing them from existence itself. The cursed cycle of rebirth that empowered Beelzebub’s forces was broken in the presence of Oshi-Ashar’s warriors.

  Then came Oshi-Ashar herself.

  With a single gesture, she unleashed a tide of abyssal fme, engulfing entire legions of Fly Makers. Their bloated forms ruptured, their infectious spawn obliterated before they could spread. Even the mighty Fly Pgue Mothers recoiled as her dark fmes washed over them, disrupting their endless birthing cycle.

  But Beelzebub was not without counters.

  A monstrous shriek echoed through the Warp Gaxy as a new horror emerged—Beelzebub’s own Abyss-Tainted Behemoths. These towering abominations, each the size of capital warships, were cd in writhing chitinous armor that defied destruction. Their presence alone twisted the battlefield, bending reality in their wake.

  One of the Behemoths lunged at Oshi-Ashar, its cws capable of rending entire fortresses asunder. She did not flinch. Raising her obsidian staff, she called forth the power of the Abyss, her form shifting between realms. The Behemoth struck—but passed through empty space as she reappeared behind it, driving her staff into its malformed skull. With a burst of abyssal energy, the behemoth convulsed before imploding into a singurity, forever erased from existence.

  The war between the forces of Hariko, Beelzebub, and Oshi-Ashar had only begun, yet the Mistress of Abyssal Night had already turned the tide. The battlefield, once a growing nest of corruption, now teetered between utter destruction and cleansing annihition.

  And Oshi-Ashar would see it through to the end.