Morgan sighed, but didn't push further. "As you wish, my husband," she said softly, her arms still around him, head resting against his back.
After a moment of silence,
Jin-Woo finally spoke again. "Morgan… I want you to create a Rhongomyniad." He turned slightly, eyes narrowed. "But it must pierce through a thousand floors."
Morgan blinked, then chuckled. "I could use my magecraft to forge a Rhongomyniad the size of a continent, if that's what you want."
"No," Jin-Woo said flatly. "Wait. Let me rephrase."
He turned to face her, the smoke curling around his sharp gaze.
"Can you activate two Rhongomyniads… at different locations?"
Morgan gave a sly smirk. "My throne stores dozens of them. What do you need destroyed, my husband?"
Jin-Woo looked back out into the void, his voice quiet.
"Nothing. I don't want you to destroy anything."
He paused, then added, "Instead… I want you to place one Rhongomyniad in the skies above Coruscant. And the other—at its deepest level. Its final floor."
Morgan's playful expression faltered. "Jin-Woo… my Rhongomyniad is like a divine spear bomb. Not some beacon generator."
She folded her arms. "And I don't even know what a Coruscant is. Or where in your galaxy it floats."
Jin-Woo didn't argue. He simply snapped his fingers.
In that instant, the world twisted—shadows spiraled around them—and they vanished from the capital city of Camelot, deep within the England section of his World of Eternal Slumber.
They reappeared on a colossal metallic platform, the air sterile and humming with ancient power. Morgan blinked as she looked out—an endless horizon of stars above and below, the curved edge of a ring-shaped world circling around them. Structures jutted out like veins of logic carved into space.
She stepped forward slowly, eyes narrowing.
"…Are those rings connected on the surface?" she asked, pointing at the arc visible in the distance.
Jin-Woo stood beside her, arms behind his back.
"Welcome," he said, voice low, "to the place where Offensive Bias reigns supreme. This is Zeta Halo. Also known as Installation 07."
Morgan's brows furrowed. "And what exactly does it do?"
Jin-Woo didn't look at her. He kept his gaze ahead.
"It wipes out the galaxy."
Footsteps approached behind them—slow, metallic, thunderous.
The towering form of Offensive Bias emerged from the depths of the control spire, his voice reverberating like a calculated choir.
"Affirmative," the AI intoned. "To be precise—Zeta Halo possesses a lethal range of twenty-five thousand light-years. One-quarter of this galaxy. Give or take."
Morgan's eyes widened. "…You built this?"
"No," Jin-Woo said. "I claimed it."
Morgan nodded slowly, recalling his earlier words. "Right. You said before—this isn't even your galaxy. Offensive Bias is from another one."
But Jin-Woo's focus shifted sharply. His voice cut through the air.
"Offensive Bias. Show me Coruscant's structure. Everything you can scan."
Offensive Bias's red eye rotated, three inner lenses locking into place. A massive hologram of Coruscant appeared—an impossibly tall city-planet. Lights blinked across its stacked surface. Dozens of layers moved, like rings on a mechanical behemoth.
"Confirmed. Supreme Executor," the AI said. "I have scanned up to Level 5127—the highest layer of Coruscant's vertical city structure. The scan reaches as low as Level 3000. All data beneath Level 3000 remains obscured behind Force interference, blackout zones, and quantum decay shielding. Access requires an auxiliary power source parallel to your own, estimated scan time: one month."
Morgan folded her arms, eyes scanning the massive projection. "So this entire planet… it's like a tower."
"A vertical grave," Jin-Woo muttered.
Offensive Bias continued, "Level 5127 is the surface. The peak. Only the galactic elite live there—Senators, CEOs, High Order nobles. The atmosphere is artificially regulated. Climate is perfect. Illusions of sky are projected across titanium domes."
Morgan frowned. "And everything below that?"
"Decay," the AI answered. "From Level 5000 down to 3000, systems falter. Criminal sectors spread. Emergency services vanish. At Level 4000, civilians rely on outdated droids for air filtering. At Level 3000, entire blocks are lit only by stolen reactor cores. No sunlight reaches them. The inhabitants are unregistered. Forgotten."
"Beyond Level 3000—data suppression. My sensors register signs , hidden warzones, structural decay, and biohazard markers. One layer—Level 1313—is mentioned in ancient archives. Allegedly erased from existence. It may contain anti-Force infrastructure and pre-Republic secrets."
Morgan's brows furrowed. "You mean… it's not a city. It's a mountain of lies."
"Affirmative," Offensive Bias replied. "A planet built on the broken layers of those it discarded. Coruscant is not governed. It is curated. Its citizens exist in tiers of delusion."
Jin-Woo narrowed his eyes, sharp as a blade drawn in silence.
"I'm aware," he said flatly. "The lowest layer—connected to the crust itself—holds the Banchor refugee zone. Especially Level 1. That's where your part comes in."
He looked to Morgan.
"Your Rhongomyniad will be launched and stabbed deep into the core at Level 1. The second one—make it the size of a continent and hover it above the sky. Just beneath orbit."
Morgan blinked. "You want me to launch a Rhongomyniad into a city-layered planet, and suspend a second one in its atmosphere like a Sword of Damocles?"
Jin-Woo nodded once.
Morgan exhaled slowly, then raised a brow. "I'll try. I'll attempt to make the Rhongomyniad behave like a stabilizing generator—not a divine bomb. But if I fail… it'll kill everyone on the planet. You don't mind, right?"
Jin-Woo turned slightly, eyes glinting under the eternal twilight of Zeta Halo.
"Nothing ventured, nothing gained."
Offensive Bias chimed in. "Affirmative. To minimize panic, I can project a perfect holographic sky over the entire upper stratum of Coruscant. A false dome. The Rhongomyniad will be hidden from public sight."
Jin-Woo nodded. "Much appreciated, Offensive Bias."
Morgan stepped closer, arms folding under her chest. "Jin-Woo… why not do this yourself? With your own power?"
Jin-Woo's expression didn't change. "Because my mana… is one hundred times worse than a Sith's to anyone who senses it. If I appear, the Jedi Order will go full alert, and Coruscant will plunge into chaos before I finish the setup."
"And as for the second problem—the man behind the curtain is still just Senator Palpatine. Not Chancellor. And that makes him… fickle."
Morgan's expression twisted. "Who is Palpatine?"
Jin-Woo exhaled smoke into the cold night. "That story can wait. Right now, I need you to do what only you can."
Morgan gave a small smirk. "Then I'll begin preparations."
As she moved off to conjure the dual Rhongomyniads—one for the depths, one for the sky—Jin-Woo turned his gaze back toward the sky , fingers idly tapping on his coat.
"How's my Koros-Strohna ship?"
Without hesitation, a rift opened in space nearby as Offensive Bias brought the immense living worldship into slipspace proximity, positioning it just outside Zeta Halo's gravitational field.
"The twelve-kilometer alien worldship has been completely scanned," the AI reported, its voice echoing with cold precision. "Slipspace tech has been successfully integrated into the vessel. However…"
A moment of pause.
"During the fifteen-minute interval required for complete scan integration, the ship's presence while occupying the skies above London caused temporary chaos on Earth. Several governments and intelligence factions—many associated with chaldea -aligned zones—interpreted the phenomenon as an alien invasion. Disinformation networks are currently overwhelmed. Civil order was nearly compromised."
Jin-Woo didn't react much. Only a slow nod followed by a calm response.
"Very good report, Offensive Bias."
Morgan stepped forward, a faint gleam in her eyes. "The continental one is a bit unstable… it was originally designed to destroy the Atlantic Lostbelt in case I ever had to handle it myself. Converting it into a generator is impossible on its own—it needs your help, Jin-Woo."
She raised her hand—and there, suspended in a shroud of silver magic and starlight, floated the Rhongomyniad meant for the depths. A divine weapon forged anew, humming with layered enchantments and raw destructive potential.
"This one is ready," she said.
Jin-Woo turned. "Offensive Bias."
"Affirmative," the AI responded instantly.
Without delay, a shimmering slipspace tunnel opened above them. Within seconds, the Rhongomyniad vanished through it—traveling at near-instantaneous speed—before gently descending upon the lowest levels of Coruscant: Level 1, the place known to the undocumented as B'ankor Refuge.
The divine spear embedded itself cleanly into the surface, stabilizing without a single quake.
Offensive Bias's voice returned. "Impact successful. Beacon is functional. My scanning range has increased—processing infiltration from Level 1 through Level 500. However, for full planetary network synchronization, we require the second Rhongomyniad positioned above the upper sky. Two beacons are necessary to triangulate and cover all strata of Coruscant's vertical structure."
Jin-Woo exhaled faintly, turning to Morgan with that steady, unreadable gaze.
"Are you ready, Morgan… for the continental missile?"
Morgan let out a low laugh, half-smirk curling her lips.
"My husband, please—don't compare me to what Proper Human History calls a 'continental nuke.' That thing's primitive. I am Morgan le Fay."
Jin-Woo raised a brow. "Now you're starting to sound like Offensive Bias."
Morgan flipped her silver hair with mock arrogance before her expression shifted—deadly focused.
High above the Zeta Halo installation, the sky shimmered, twisting as a colossal slipspace gateway opened—its mouth yawning toward the void between galaxies. At the same time, a gate bloomed over the upper stratosphere of Coruscant, shimmering with unstable brilliance.
Morgan stood firm at the edge of the launch platform, then raised her hand with regal poise.
"Five… four… three… two…"
Her eyes narrowed. "…One."
"Rhongomyniad!"
Behind her, a replica of Roadless Camelot constructed itself in silver light, a phantom stronghold standing in reverence to her will. And from its center, the continental-sized Rhongomyniad launched—fired like a divine cannon through the slipspace gate, ripping through dimensions with staggering speed.
Offensive Bias acted instantly—deploying doubling slipspace barriers, bending the trajectory and slowing the spear as it entered Coruscant's skies. But its mass and momentum still carried destruction.
Jin-Woo stepped forward. "Ruler Authority."
His voice was quiet—but space itself answered. Four miniature black holes burst into formation, swirling with gravitational grace. They encased the enormous Rhongomyniad like anchors—balancing its descent, absorbing its weight, preserving the illusion of calm.
"Easy," Jin-Woo said.
Morgan, panting from the effort, leaned on her staff and gave him a tired smirk.
"For you, my husband. Not for me. Even your machine construct would've needed hours to set up containment for something that massive. Not to mention—it traveled faster than most magecraft or noble phantasm I've seen."
Offensive Bias responded flatly, his voice echoing across the platform.
"Fake sky projection has been completed. No lifeform or surface detection grid will realize a Rhongomyniad is suspended above Coruscant. The illusion is seamless."
Jin-Woo's expression remained unreadable, but a hum escaped his throat.
"…Hmm. Yes. Except for one."
He turned his head slightly, gesturing toward the open slipspace window still active above the Zeta Halo's observation deck. Through it, high on a distant Coruscant balcony, two figures stood.
One was tall, bald, arms folded behind his back.
The other… smaller, hunched, ears pointed skyward, his gaze unmoving.
Master Windu exhaled calmly. "Master Yoda. The night is… refreshing, isn't it?"
Yoda didn't answer at first.
His eyes narrowed.
"Mm. Yes… yes, it is, Master Windu," Yoda finally said. "But… sense it, do you? Above us. Something not there… yet still… present."
Master Windu tilted his head, his eyes now rising to the quiet, clear sky.
"There's nothing there. But… now that you mention it… it doesn't feel right. Not dark. Just… fake."
Meanwhile, back on the ring, Jin-Woo crossed his arms.
"Offensive Bias," he said. "Confirm something for me. The B'ankor Refuge—where Morgan embedded her first Rhongomyniad. Is it located anywhere near the Jedi Temple?"
Offensive Bias responded immediately.
"Negative. Geospatial analysis confirms the B'ankor Refuge is located several hundred kilometers from the Jedi Temple. There is no structural overlap."
Jin-Woo gave a quiet nod. "Good. That means I can move the spear… slowly."
With a small gesture, the massive Rhongomyniad suspended above Coruscant began to shift. Its motion was imperceptible to the naked eye—guided only by gravitational manipulation and layered slipspace folds.