"Continue."
Seraphielle ordered.
Lord Light gritted his teeth in hesitation, but he did what his Goddess ordered him to do.
"We acted."
He began, reminding himself that he wasn't powerless.
"We gathered as many recording crystals as we could and destroyed them. We tracked down sites where they appeared, we confiscated copies and punished those spreading them inside our controlled worlds."
Then, Lord Light paused for a mont and then—
"And we… removed supporting evidence wherever we could."
He spoke in a heavy tone.
Was it a confession?
In so way, yes.
Ever since the beginning, Lord Light or any Light Born had never once denied the accusations the Anomaly threw at them.
They were all true; they knew it.
They just… never cared.
Until now.
"We erased old archives.
We sealed historical vaults.
We burned records that could be used against us.
We relocated witnesses.
And… we forced silence where silence was needed."
Seraphielle nodded; that was the least she expected.
At this point, it was already clear that the Infinity of Light herself did not care about justice. Yes, while her powers increased if there was more 'good' in the world, that 'good' could only be maintained when 'certain people' were happy.
A living being's mind was corrupted; giving free will to all, giving them everything they wanted in hopes that they would be… happy, was a false idea.
Seraphielle had tested it herself, several epochs ago.
She had once given the people what they wanted and… it only made them want more. Their desires grew so quickly and beca so grand that even Seraphielle herself could not fulfill all their needs.
That was when the Infinity of Light realized the truth.
True purity, true happiness, true… Light, did not co from freedom.
It ca from suppression.
The more 'suppressed' the people felt, the lower their wants beca.
It was a simple truth.
A King would want multiple Kingdoms under his rule, he would want multiple won, unlimited wealth, a world where every being bowed down to him.
But a poverty-ridden man who hadn't eaten for months or even days?
He would only want food.
Offer the King a Kingdom, and he would want more—his greed would never be satiated.
Offer the poverty-ridden man food and a way to earn money to keep having that sa food, and he would be grateful for his entire life. Not only would he be grateful, he would be happy.
He would release the energy that would later turn into the Infinity of Light's Authority.
So that was how Seraphielle played the ga.
She… suppressed people, she suppressed their needs, their desires, and once she helped them—
The energy they produced was so massive that it overpowered the energy produced from years of suppression.
This was the reason she never stopped her people from doing whatever they wanted.
This was the reason… she, the Infinity of Light, a being who strengthened from 'good', never cared about it in the first place.
"But there were too many recordings."
Lord Light, on the other hand, spoke in a grave voice.
"It was a storm, a storm so overwhelming that it overwheld our forces. Even if we gathered the recordings and cleaned the evidence, four more cases would co to light.
It was impossible to completely suppress it, not unless we use force and threaten the people, but that would… only result in sothing even worse."
Lord Light then looked at Seraphielle with a hesitant look on his face and his gaze flickered—
"There is only one way to contain everything without ruining it."
He spoke directly and Seraphielle—
The Infinity of Light narrowed her eyes, already knowing what her subordinate was about to say.
"You want to address the Universe again."
And Lord Light… lowered his head.
"Yes."
And the mont he said those words, the air in the temple trembled.
Seraphielle's expression did not change, but a section of marble near the stage ford a thin crack, then another, as if the Temple itself was reacting to the Light Infinity's irritation.
Clearly, she did not like the idea.
"I already addressed them."
Seraphielle spoke calmly, completely contrary to how the temple was portraying her emotions.
"Yes."
Lord Light nodded.
"And it had impact."
It obviously did; the entire Universe ca together to stand behind her, even beings from other Factions looked tempted to join her.
That was simply how strong a charm and authority the Infinity of Light held.
It reminded the entire Universe that Light in itself was… power.
That it was absolute.
But…
Doing it again would… an sothing else.
Yes, Seraphielle's appearance would make a difference like it did before, it always would.
But…
The more she appears, the more… familiar she becos.
And familiarity was… poison to divinity.
If Seraphielle appeared every single ti the Anomaly did sothing, the mortals would… get used to her.
And if mortals grew used to you, they would stop trembling.
And when they stop trembling,
Faith would thin.
Light's Authority would diminish.
And the balance between the Infinities would shift.
Seraphielle could not allow that.
She could not 'respond' to all of Anomaly's little provocations.
She liked to exist above.
Above all these problems, above all… existence.
Lord Light saw her silence, he knew what his goddess was thinking, and he… he spoke carefully.
"Lady Seraphielle, if you do not speak…
Then others will speak for us."
Seraphielle frowned, for the first ti since it began.
Crack
A thin crack ran up the side of a pillar, widening like a vein.
Lord Light kept his face calm, but inside, he felt the helplessness creep again.
Then Seraphielle's gaze fell on him fully.
Her eyes were beautiful.
And terrifying.
"What are the other Infinities doing?"
Lord Light's face beca… complicated.
He hated this part, but he had no choice but to give an honest report.
"They sent help."
That did not change Seraphielle's expression, she wanted to know more.
"How much?"
She asked directly.
Lord Light paused for a while, then said it cleanly.
"Each Infinity sent around a hundred thousand beings.
Primordials and Transcendents.
As aid."
He watched her carefully.
Seraphielle said nothing.
So Lord Light continued.
"They also promised to spread word within their factions to silently suppress talks related to the recordings."
He finished.
And…
Silence fell over the place.
A heavy silence that made all Light Borns gulp as they all lowered their heads.
"A hundred thousand,"
The Light Infinity repeated softly.
Her voice sounded calm, but the marble beneath her throne ticked again, forming a new fracture line.
Lord Light kept his head lowered, but his eyes were trembling.
After all, he knew the truth just as well as Seraphielle did.
A hundred thousand was nothing.
Not to an Infinity.
Not to factions that controlled entire stretches of existence.
The 'help' the other Infinities sent was just… a sham.
A little assurance.
Sothing with which they could later state 'we helped'.
But every person knew the truth.
This wasn't help.
Neither the hundred thousand beings they sent.
Nor the suppression.
After all, with how quickly the talks were growing, there were next to no signs of suppression—in fact, it looked like the Infinities were trying to actively promote these recordings.
People who had never spoken before began telling stories.
New details appeared.
New 'witnesses' surfaced.
The recordings were being used like weapons… and soone was sharpening those weapons in the dark.
And the reason behind it was simple.
If Light's reputation falls, the one who profits the most would be…
The other Infinities.
Balance.
Darkness.
Eternity.
And yes, it would also be the Anomaly's victory, but the Anomaly, as he is right now… did not seem like a threat.
At least not to the other Infinities.
In fact, the current Anomaly wasn't a threat even to Seraphielle herself. That was the entire reason he had never once appeared in front of her.
So why should the other Infinities, who were only profiting from Anomaly's tricks, spend real effort helping Light?
Why should they protect Light's image?
They had no reason.
And even if the Anomaly was a problem later…
They would rather let Light bleed first.
They would rather let Light… weaken first.
Then deal with the Anomaly when it was convenient.
Lord Light hated that logic.
But he couldn't deny it.
He himself would have done or suggested the sa if he were in their place.
So instead of standing here in frustration, he shifted to another report.
"There is also the matter of how the Anomaly spread the recordings so quickly,"
He spoke.
Seraphielle's eyes sharpened and Lord Light nodded.
"We believe this confirms what we suspected."
He raised his hand, and the Light Born behind him activated a projection—showing a web of points across countless worlds.
"A network.
The Anomaly did not act alone.
The recordings were activated across worlds at nearly the sa ti.
That required coordination.
Agents. Followers. People working under him.
And these five years of silence…
It is likely he spent them building this."
Lord Light reported.
The pattern was clear in his head.
Recruiting.
Positioning.
Preparing.
The kind of preparation that wouldn't co to notice till the very end.
Seraphielle's fingers tapped the throne once and in a single tap, the floor beneath her cracked another inch.
"Can we catch them?"
She asked.
"We can try."
He nodded, but there was hesitation in his words.
"But… we would need to launch a Universal-level operation.
And while that in itself would not be difficult,
It…
It won't solve the core issue."
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