Despair was rising like a flood, and this wasn't happening to just some weak entities with lesser complexity who did not have the capability to shift the scale of power… this was happening to beings who had lived for millions of years.
Because the scene they were witnessing was utterly horrendous to behold.
Just now, in this moment, there were quite literally dozens of Converged Architects who were Dead Things.
Even without mentioning or acknowledging the Harmonized Sourcebound Icon Complexity Dead Things.
The Converged Architects alone were equivalent to Resplendent Monads, and on the side of the Living, they had… a single one so far.
A few with extremely Pure or uniquely complex weavings were somewhat close to Resplendent Monads, but they could be counted on a single hand.
"What in fresh hell is this, my friend?"
From above the merging Gateway Domus, the figure of none other than the Origin Singed appeared, of course controlled by the mind of the Great Usurper.
