He looked up.
He was looking up, and yet it seemed as if he couldn't see the endless skies!
All he could see were the dark pulsing waves of Entropy that crashed down all around him.
When did he begin to think the way he currently thought?
When did his reality distort in such a way that he could kill millions of Entities, shatter entire Worlds, Realms, Universes, Cosmos, and entire Realities and Planes of Existence as if it were nothing?
When did life hold such little value to him that he considered life forms mere particles of Loot to be on his chopping board- as mere fuel for his progression?
HUUM!
The chaos around him only became more intense as above, a dazzling point of singularity began to form.
Alongside it, the prompts of the Weavings of Entropy that seemed to have been building up Authority ever since it became Existential continued.
