The Unweaver led the way, his body wreathed in tendrils of crimson Ruin.
The complete assimilation of Cosmic Tao burned along his skin, radiating out from him like a living storm. Behind him, an army of Cosmic Entities gathered—silent, ready, following their supposed harbinger of freedom.
He looked like a grand hero leading a glorious procession. A legion of the lost, marching to escape a force they didn't fully understand—but longed to overcome.
Alexander followed with three of his bodies, becoming more and more attuned to the depths of his current power.
One of the reasons he remained calm and almost detached through everything around him was due to the constant stream of data he was receiving from the Peacemaker.
With it, he could gauge the power levels of everyone here, pulling from the detailed records of their very existence.
It revealed their authorities. The Taos they grasped.
