The planet gleamed like a forgotten jewel in space, its surface a patchwork of crystal spires and rivers of molten ore, pulsing with untapped wealth. White had claimed it weeks ago, naming it Prime-7—a world rich enough to birth armies of flawless soldiers. But today, it would serve a grander purpose. The air thrummed with the low hum of orbiting injectors, their massive bodies stretching like the legs of some giant creature against the bruised-purple sky. Peridot’s had hollowed out a grand amphitheater here, surrounded by towering obelisks etched with the Authority’s sigils. The ground wasn’t meant for a typical kindergarten—it was set for a spectacle of creation.

Yellow Diamond led the way, her boots crunching through the mineral crust with every step. Her golden aura flickered with impatience. Blue Diamond

Blue Diamond walked beside her, serene and graceful, her cloak drifting across the ground behind her. She inclined her head, concern in her eyes. She glanced at Pink, who trailed behind them, quiet and thoughtful.