My journey to Aethelgard—the heart of the Genesis Law—began, sanctioned by the very institution I was prepared to dismantle. The CDA, having designated me the High Supreme Divisor, had inadvertently given me the perfect cover.
I took an immediate, crucial detour.
I returned, alone and unnoticed, to the vast, silent plains where the Fold's Nest had been destroyed, and where the remains of thousands of Demidemon soldiers, including the Supreme Divisors, lay scattered.
---
I. The Silent Reclamation
The area was a barren testament to the catastrophic dimensional backlash—a massive graveyard where Order had paid its ultimate price.
No one was monitoring the site; the CDA was focused on containing the subsequent Fold outbreaks.
I stood over the residual frequencies of the fallen—the shattered life force of my former comrades and opponents.
I filtered out the noise until I focused on the single, potent echo of the Doom-Reaver Titan, Zylos.
Zylos was an agent of Order, hostile to me, yet his strength was undeniable. His essence, now inverted and freed from the constraints of his Demidemon Law, would be a necessary component of the Primordial Reset.
I had no grief, but I possessed a cold, terrifying form of respect.
The loss of their lives was necessary; the loss of their utility was inefficient.
I lifted my hand, the Inverted Mark pulsing beneath the blindfold.
I channeled the raw, purifying energy of the Blivixis Gradient into the devastated soil, applying the inverse of life—The Void Resurrection.
I focused on the core essence of their being—their skill, their personality, and their inherent power.
---
II. ASCEND, FROM VOID
The ground began to shift.
Dark, spiraling energies—pure Void Matter—coalesced over the remnants of the fallen.
This was not necromancy; it was conceptual evolution.
I spoke the command, my voice a single, deep, resonating sound of absolute authority that seemed to rewrite the local air itself:
**"ASCEND, FROM VOID."**
The remnants rose.
They were no longer flesh and blood, but magnificent, terrifying figures composed of shimmering Living Void Matter.
Their forms retained the distinct, powerful shapes of their former lives, but their power was evolved, flowing with the chaotic mathematics of the Inversion Layer.
Zylos, the Doom-Reaver Titan, rose as a Void-Reaver Titan—his eyes no longer holding anger, but a cold, calculating understanding of his new, superior purpose.
"High Divisor," Zylos's void-voice resonated, devoid of malice but filled with consciousness.
"The formula required our transition. We are now freed from the weakness of Order."
The other fallen Supreme Divisors and soldiers, now the Void Legion, affirmed their status.
They retained their memories, their personalities, and their intelligence, but their new primary directive—woven into their conceptual being—was loyalty to the High Supreme Divisor and the execution of the necessary formulas.
---
III. DESCEND
I had gained an army of highly intelligent, powerful soldiers who could operate with the efficiency of chaos, hidden entirely from the world of Order.
I could not bring them with me to Aethelgard yet; their sudden appearance would reveal the depth of my deception to the CDA too soon.
I gave the second, simple command, my voice low:
**"DESCEND."**
The Void Legion—the remnants of the fallen, now given the superior purpose of the void—did not vanish.
They conceptually folded themselves into a localized pocket of Inversion Layer existing parallel to Astra'vhel, ready for immediate, silent recall.
The plains were silent once more.
I had successfully used the ultimate sacrifice of Order to forge the ultimate weapon of Chaos.
My final moral barrier was broken.
I continued my journey toward Aethelgard, the ancient city of Law, now prepared to dismantle its foundation with an army that defied death itself.