The Emergency Main Mission and the Omni-Primordial Path had not merely merged.
The latter had devoured the former whole — drawn it upward into a grander, far more delicious register, reframing its entire meaning.
Both demanded the same delicious act: chain every Original Progenitor.
But the Emergency Mission had been born of desperation — do this or be spectacularly unmade on the Destined Day.
A cowering, tail-between-the-legs survival mission, really.
The Omni-Primordial Path on the other hand, was the same mechanic but elevated to godhood — do this and become the being who dictates the Destined Day's rules while sipping something expensive and watching lesser Immortals squirm.
'Same chains. Opposite direction. From hunted to their Master.'
'I don't avoid the reckoning,' he thought, his grin widening into something positively feral. 'I become the fucking reckoning itself for those who were going to be my reckoning. And I look damn good doing it.'
