Watts stood in the Literal Realm, a faint smile tugging at his lips as he observed the leader's frantic orders through the Eyes of the Universe.
The man was consumed by rage and desperation, his composure completely shattered.
Ordering the execution of the remaining hundred or so prisoners was a last-ditch effort to maintain some semblance of control over the chaos that had overtaken the facility.
With a deep sigh, Watts turned his attention to the dwindling number of subjects in the dungeon-like basement.
The game had served its purpose; the cat-and-mouse chase had exposed the fragility of the organization's supposed control and had given Watts the satisfaction of seeing their leader teeter on the edge of madness.
But now, it was time to end things.
Without further ado, Watts extended his will. Through the power of his blessing, reality itself bent to his command.
