Super God Academy: Kabuto

Eternal radiance, like mercury spilling onto the ground, flowed across the mirror-like floor and towering pillars, finally converging on the supreme throne. Keisha sat upon it, her silver armor, the sacred treasure of knowledge, gleaming with a cold, profound light that mirrored her calm, unwavering eyes, like the eternal starry sky.

Her fingertips tapped rhythmically on the armrest of the throne, dozens of pale gold holographic projection interfaces floating before her, data cascading silently like a waterfall. On the left were real-time battlefield images and energy readings transmitted by the Angel Chaser, the distorted black phantom repeatedly frozen, magnified, and analyzed; on the right was a spectrum analysis chart of the black phantom's eerie energy fluctuations, the waveform exhibiting a terrifying "negative existence" characteristic; in the center were scattered images captured during Kadoya Tsukasa's battle, and a cold dissection report on the new Triangle bio-weapon.

"Your Majesty," the angelic projection knelt on one knee, its voice carrying through the distant starry sea, tinged with the slight panting of battle and a barely perceptible tremor. Her silver armor bore obvious marks of energy burning and mental erosion. "The moment that phantom appeared… my divine domain perception was almost 'denied.' It wasn't a spatial jump or energy projection… it was more like a 'concept'—like 'annihilation' or 'nothingness'—forcibly given a temporary form and brought into reality."

Keisha's gaze lingered on the unusual energy spectrum analysis chart. The waveforms on the chart extended in a way that defied common sense; the peaks did not correspond to energy intensity, but rather to a kind of "absence of existence." It did not radiate, but rather "absorbed" all the information and definitions around it, like a hole burned through the curtain of reality.

"A creation of the void." Keisha's voice echoed in the empty hall, calm as ever, yet each word seemed to carry the weight of frozen air. "But its form of existence is... more ancient, and more 'complete' than Karl's experimental subjects based on the transformation of existing matter." Her gaze shifted to the projection of Chase. "You have fulfilled your duty, Chase. Now, return to Heavenly City immediately to heal. The frontline surveillance mission will be taken over by Angel Cold."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The projection of the pursuer bowed respectfully and then disappeared.

Keisha waved her hand, and the complex interface before her gradually faded away, leaving only the most blurred yet essential frame of the black phantom, suspended in the silent air. She leaned back on her throne and slowly closed her eyes, which had witnessed millennia of history.

"He Xi." A sacred, encrypted communication that transcends spatial distance and directly connects to the soul was silently delivered.

In the tranquil courtyard of the winter cherry blossom miniature world, petals fall in profusion. He Xi strolls slowly beneath the cherry trees, her long, silvery-white hair dancing with the falling petals in the gentle breeze. Suddenly, she stops, and a glint of data flashes in the depths of her silver eyes, like moonlight disturbed on a lake—the intelligence shared by Keisha is being rapidly analyzed and deduced by her space-based computing cluster.

"I see it." He Xi's response came back through the same connection, her voice carrying the focus and a hint of solemnity unique to researchers. One hand unconsciously rested on her lower abdomen, where a new life was developing. "That's not the triangular body we know, evolved or modified from the current cosmic biological template… or rather, it might represent a kind of 'reversion' or 'upgraded' form that a triangular body produced after coming into contact with some kind of 'primordial' void. That pure, almost 'blank' energy characteristic… is similar to Karl's void technology, but it has eliminated all the impurities of 'simulation' and 'conversion,' making it… closer to the essence."

A brief silence fell between the two ends of the communication. Only the soft rustling of cherry blossoms falling around He Xi and the silent rhythm of the eternal radiance flowing from the Heavenly Court of Merlo could be heard.

"How is Lin Yu doing?" Keisha changed the subject, her voice devoid of emotion.

"That guy Shi brought a few... well, quite 'energetic' young people this time." He Xi's tone was noticeably more relaxed, even carrying a hint of helpless laughter. "Although they're a bit noisy, their minds are all very pure, like unpolished stars. Lin Yu always complains about the trouble, but I can tell he actually enjoys this kind of liveliness."

"That's good." There seemed to be a slight softening in Keisha's voice. "Tell Lin Yu for me that I need to borrow his 'Winter Cherry Blossom Small World'—not immediately, but as a strategic reserve. If the Void really does invade in its current scale and form, the known universe will need several absolutely safe 'spark reserves' that are independent of existing physical and informational rules."

He Xi immediately understood Keisha's deeper meaning—it wasn't just for the angels, but also for the Noah's Ark, preserving the last spark and hope for the many civilizations of the known universe. She nodded gently, though Keisha couldn't see it: "I'll discuss it with him. As for you…"

"I have my own arrangements for the front lines." Keisha interrupted He Xi's possible worries, her tone once again becoming as vast and unwavering as the starry sky. "Let us, these 'guests' who have come from afar, quickly familiarize ourselves with the fundamental laws of this universe. Soon, the power and variables they represent will come in handy."

The sacred connection was quietly severed.

He Xi stood alone in the cherry blossom rain, her silver eyes gazing at the simulated sky of the small world, as if she could penetrate this barrier and see the king in the distant Heavenly Court who alone shouldered the heavy responsibility of all the heavens.

Merlo's Heavenly Court, Observatory. Keisha had risen from her throne and stood alone at the observatory on the edge of the hall. There was no dome here; the eternal starlight and the faint glow of distant galaxies shone directly on her silver armor. Beneath her feet was the orderly and holy radiance of the entire Merlo's Heavenly Court, and further away, billions of stars silently shimmered in the endless darkness.

"Kayla," she called softly.

A soft golden ripple spread through the space beside her, and the figure of Angel Kayla materialized like light, appearing and bowing slightly: "Queen."

"Order all high-ranking guardian angels," Keisha's voice echoed calmly across the observatory, yet carried the weight of a codified law, "'Holy Flame' Protocol, Phase One, activate immediately. I will personally unlock the relevant permissions and databases."

Kayla's eyes sharpened instantly, but her long training and loyalty allowed her to quickly suppress her shock and regain absolute composure and obedience: "Understood. Mission accomplished."

"Also," Keisha tilted her head slightly, her gaze still fixed on a certain point in deep space, "if you encounter 'Kadoya Tsukasa' during a mission..."

She paused for a rare moment, as if carefully considering her words.

"...Please convey my gratitude. Then, out of your own curiosity, ask him—" A genuine glint of curiosity flashed in Keisha's eyes, "He has traveled through many worlds, witnessing countless ends and beginnings. In his 'album,' has he recorded... a scene even closer to the 'Origin of Nothingness' than that 'phantom' of today?"

Kayla memorized each word and nodded solemnly: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Without another word, she spread her pure white wings and transformed into a streak of light, flying deep into the heavens to deliver the command that could influence the future of the known universe.

Keisha turned her gaze back to the depths of the starry sea. Her gaze seemed to traverse endless light-years, landing on the Emerald Star, which was preordained as the final destination, and on the void passage slowly taking shape in that star field, like a cosmic scar.

Eternal radiance enveloped her solitary and upright figure, forming a silent confrontation with the distant, silent, and dangerous darkness.