"You say one person caused all of this?"
Bewusstsein's voice was low, carrying an undertone of incredulity at the sight before 'him'.
The demon general, still kneeling, gave a slight nod. His voice, empty and mechanical, responded.
"Yes."
There was no hesitation, no resistance, only submission. His mind, trapped in Bewusstsein's control, could do nothing else. His body had long since stopped fighting the chains, as had his spirit.
Bewusstsein's eyes narrowed as 'he' took in the enormity of what lay before 'him'.
The devastation, the lingering power of a cosmic artifact's destruction, the spatial tears that even now threatened to consume anything foolish enough to approach them.
'His' gaze swept over the scars in space, lingering on the places where Lostvayne's edge had bitten into the fabric of reality.
Narrowing 'his' eyes slightly, 'he' considered the implications.
