There are beings in existence who have moved past the point where process matters to them.
It was not because they began without conscience or without the capacity to weigh the cost of their actions against the outcos they sought.
So of them began with both. But sowhere across the span of their existence, across the accumulated weight of setbacks and humiliations and the bitterness of power that arrived too late to save the things it should have saved, the calculation changed.
What they wanted beca the only variable. The cost of getting it beca a number they stopped looking at.
When beings like this are given weapons, they use them the way anyone uses a tool they’ve decided they don’t have to be careful with. Completely. Without exception. Without regard for what else is in the room.
This is what absolute desperation looks like when it has been given enough power to act.
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They appeared over everything simultaneously, not moving from one region to the next in a progression that would have given anything below ti to respond.
The Ealdor-class Existential Acedia Ordnances arrived across the full expanse of the lower Observable Existence in a single coordinated mont, the silver-gold pillars of tallic light cracking the dinsional fabric above every region at once.
Above Jotunheim, three pillars cracked the frozen sky.
THE Great Usurper had been moving through the frost with his chaos giants and usurped Gilded Ones. He looked up with the cold devilish expression he brought to most things, and then the expression changed, and it changed fast.
He had just enough ti to speak.
"Together!" he said to the chaos giants around him, and they ca together, the massive irregular forms pressing into each other in the instinctive clustering of beings who understood that what was above them required everything they had.
That the Unity running through them all blazed with the desperate brightness of sothing trying to beco more than the sum of its parts in the seconds remaining.
The pillars detonated!
BOOOOM!
The silver-gold light erupted outward from every point simultaneously, the Causal Stilling spreading across Jotunheim’s frost-covered geography in a wave that moved through the substrate of the realm rather than across its surface, touching every coordinate at once rather than spreading from a central point!
The frost didn’t lt. It went still, and still here ant sothing different from the ordinary stillness of a cold thing in a cold place.
Still ant that the frost would never change again, would never shift or lt or refreeze or do any of the things that frost did as a condition of being frost that existed in ti.
The chaos giants felt it hit them.
The silver-gold light moved through their massive irregular bodies and the Unity that THE Great Usurper had built between them began coming apart systematically, the connection dissolving at the precise points where the Causal Stilling found the progression embedded in the Unity’s architecture and removed it.
Their expressions changed in the monts before the full conversion.
What remained was not them.
What remained stood in the frost of Jotunheim and looked at nothing, and looked at everything with the sa flat attention, and began to move with the purposeless purpose of the converted, the silver-gold luminescence of the Acedia Stilling running through the massive fras that had held chaos giants!
The body of Abaddon, occupied by THE Great Usurper, had taken the full force of the detonation.
Whether anything of the Usurper remained within it was a question the frost of Jotunheim did not answer.
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In the vast Early Veiled Shore that THE Creature had maintained as a refuge, the scale of what was kept there was not visible from any single vantage point.
Early Creatures and Living Existences and Fold Dwellers from the furthest and strangest corners of the lower Observable Existence were here, beings who existed at the very foundation of what life in this domain looked like before.
They all looked up at the sa mont.
The silver-gold light appeared across the entire sky of the Shore simultaneously, the pillars cracking the upper space above the golden sands and the vast dark waters and the ancient vegetation that had grown in the warmth of whatever THE Creature’s protection had provided.
BOOM!
The light ca down and went through everything.
The Early Creatures that had no defense chanisms for this event, and what replaced their movent was the flat purposeless shuffle of the converted, their ancient forms still intact but no longer doing anything that the forms had been designed to do.
The Living Existences pressed against the Stilling with everything they had and were insufficient, the Stilling not caring about the distinction. It was targeting change. And everything changed. And so everything was stopped.
The silver-gold luminescence spread across the Shore in waves, and then it settled, and then the Shore was full of things that moved with wrong purpose toward anything that hadn’t yet been touched.
Existential Acedia Dredges, with skin carrying a deathly silver light and eyes with no cognizance blood.
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In Helheim, THE Primordial Paradox had been watching his student.
Erwin had grown into sothing extraordinary, the massive circular form of him pulsing with information and paradox in the slow rhythms of a being whose consciousness had expanded past the point where his prior physical form could have expressed it.
He had been feeding on information, on the very Scales of existence, growing denser and stranger with each consumption, the obsidian mass of him carrying the wrongness of sothing that had passed through existential unraveling.
THE Primordial Paradox saw the light appear above Helheim and felt sothing he hadn’t felt in a very long ti.
He roared.
The sound moved through Helheim’s space, and from within him, an Infinity that wasn’t his own surged outward in response, the specific multicolored warmth of sothing that had been left there by soone else, pressing against the silver-gold light as it descended through Helheim’s obsidian sky.
It was not enough.
The Causal Stilling moved through the resistance the way water moved through a grate, occupying every gap the resistance created, finding every coordinate the outward Infinity surge didn’t cover and Stilling it before the surge could expand to address it.
THE Primordial Paradox’s ancient foundations backed by a certain multicolored infinity barely held, the depth of what he was providing enough structural coherence that the Stilling couldn’t find imdiate purchase in his core.
But the Stilling was patient, and it seed only a matter of ti.
He turned to look at Erwin.
The massive circular obsidian mass of his student was already changing.
The silver-gold light of the Existential Acedia had found the information that composed Erwin’s expanded form and had begun moving through it the way a toxin moved through a bloodstream, not destroying what it found but altering it.
The wrongness of the Acedia Stilling rewrote the purpose of the information even as the information itself remained present.
The obsidian surface of the circular mass was developing a silver glow that moved in pulses from the exterior inward, each pulse pushing deeper into the mass’s core, each pulse making the mass less the thing it had been.
The massive form twitched.
Then it turned.
It didn’t look at anything with recognition!
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