There was one figure they hadn't beat. One who didn't do much beyond changing the chess pieces of the battle.
The Founder tapped his cane as he walked across the sea floor. The water avoided him wherever he went. Nothing moved to even stop his path. Despite the World's hatred, those who inhabited the World held a fear of this man.
Tailing the Founder. . . was Jarvis.
Throughout the chaotic battle, Jarvis had his eyes locked onto the man who was responsible for the mess to begin with. Even when the Founder had easily walked right out the competing Domains. It took some time for Jarvis to understand how to take advantage of the gap between competing Domains, but once he did he rapidly tracked down the Founder and followed him throughout the sea.
The Founder had paused at the deepest section of the Awana Trench. Tilting his wide-brimmed fedora he tapped the ground with his cane. Fleshy limbs of Heresy acted, splitting apart the ground and revealing a secret underground chamber.
