Damien's eyes shot open.
His irises reflected brilliant blue and abyssal black, but with every second, the iridescent blue light swallowed the blackness and refused to let it live.
5 minutes had passed, and with the Saint Emperor's unexpected aid, 50% of the World Core had been purified.
There was nothing left for Damien to do.
The reflections faded from his irises, and his consciousness returned to reality.
'I still need to facilitate the process to watch out for changes, but it should be largely autonomous at this point. The Saint Emperor also can't regain control without spending a considerable amount of time tipping the balance again. After all…'
This newly formed World Core wasn't the same as the one that'd been corrupted the first time. This World Core was influenced by Damien, and transitively, the Void.
"Is it finished?"
