After this epic battle, the group split up, Rassilon and his people returned to their city as well as Pythia, they needed to prepare to deal with this disease, as well as find out what exactly this Mistwraith was
Rassilon was in his office looking at a screen, this screen had the data collected on the battlefield, including that of the Mistwraith and Pythia.
He stood up from his chair, thinking about what happened, looking out the window at dusk, Pythia and Hisanmi? Well that was something he didn't expect, out of his plans but he could handle it
He raised his robotic hand while pretending to hold the sun, the end is near, he can feel how reality creaks to readjust itself to please them, it has readjusted itself too many times, it all started several years ago, but lately it has been being torn apart and reassembled more often, a couple of fragmentations ago, only his city would have knowledge about quantum physics, but now there were universities where quantum physics was taught, the reason for this? an excess of magic has accumulated, slowly the primary rules have weakened, being more malleable, fiction and reality will soon stop losing what separates them, which means one thing...
"End" For every moment that passes Rassilon watches as this world falls further into chaos, he wonders how many more have ceased to exist? He didn't know, countless lives were at stake and that's why he had to do something, even if it means extinguishing every trace of magical creature so that rationality would persist.
He picked up a book but didn't open it, he hadn't opened it for many years, it was one of the pieces of the crown, the Chronorium, although time was not fixed, barely existing in a state of simultaneous probability 5 minutes after the present before there was nothing, this book was able to explain the innate function of the universe, however, the cost of using it was knowing a lot of dark secrets, forces destined to rule or destroy our world by manipulating everything from the shadows, those entities always watch.
"Or Armageddon" was a question he asked himself, was it really worth trying? What is free will? Did it really exist if every single thing he does could or could not be thrown away, every single achievement, every development, every action, the very anatomy of beings or someone's love was really real? Or was it just something the players of this cosmic game could change at will, sometimes he wondered if the architect of this was frustrated by the changes he was forced to make at the last minute, but that didn't answer the question, should he let this world die, try to save it or speed things up?
The
Armageddon Sapphire is the most powerful and dangerous artefact ever created by anyone, born of Rassilon's darkest moments and representing the culmination of everything he has ever learned about the fundamental nature of reality into a single device, Forget magic, forget nukes, forget the Crown of Dreams, the Armageddon Sapphire function being the complete destruction of reality itself, agitating Higgs bosons to such an extent that the entire space-time continuum would collapse into Calabi-Yau Space, akin to a house with its foundations gone, powerful enough that would kill a God, Theoretically, the universe could eventually re-form from the nothing itself. But it would take
Millillion upon
Millillion of years, and would bear no resemblance to what had gone before due the
Astral Realm, the mold of our reality being completely burned and blocking access to any attempt to recreate the area by external forces.
But Rassilon always stopped, he had the device to prevent everyone from being slaves by simply eliminating them at a level beyond imagination but he did not use it? Did the great Rassilon fear death? Not his own... he fears the death of his son, his greatest creation, it was for him that he decided to give it another approach, to find another way, to purge magic itself out of the cosmos, killing octillions of life but saving more.
The
Sun finally set, he closed his
Eyes in Harmony
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The girl watched as the robot left without doing anything, she wondered what he was going to do, she hugged the scarf he had given her before leaving, he had put his hand on her head, as if she had reminded him of someone
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Rex looked in the distance at a small wooden boat that had been made, there were corpses there as he walked away, with a normal bow he shot an arrow into fire and let it go, what was left of his family was gone
Noah watched in silence as the boat went up in flames with her grandfather's corpse, it was a tradition that they had learned along the way and they thought it was best to use it with him.
There were still some work issues to be complete, the group need to move the southwest where a Volstagg was waiting for them, he knew the plan to follow, as did Rex
