THE Corpse Hierophant thought he was finally on the right path.
Having arrived in this glorious Sea that was filled with extremely pure Civilizational Authority, it was more than he could ever ask for. He had regained his Surface Depth fully, the cracks and damage from eons of Collapsed status finally mended anf progressed through immersion in waters that contained nourishment beyond anything Observable Existence could provide.
All he had to do now was perform menial labor to clear up rising waves of corruption every now and then. In the meantime, he could continue absorbing the ambient Civilizational Authority and further progress on his Way and Civilization toward the Intermediate Depth that had always seemed just out of reach.
It was almost too good to be true.
