Away from the entity irreversibly entangling themselves with an Inevitability.
Deep within a concealed region of the Folds...
A golden figure stood surrounded by a suffocating veil of silence.
It was Master Hannibal- or at least, one of his bodies!
He was still meeting two other Masters of Existence at this moment.
He turned his gaze to the others, golden eyes glowing faintly.
"The Key led to a domain perfect for what we need. Authority is limited inside the Labyrinth. Isolation is normal. It's…ideal for killing Originus Venerants."
WAA!
Silence.
Torus raised an eyebrow, his third eye flickering.
Modiyana let out a faint hum.
They all knew what Hannibal was implying.
In the upper realms of power, ascension was no longer about progression for thousands or millions of years. They had enough of that shit.
It was about devouring.
True progress came from consuming the Weavings of Existence of others at the same level.
