Chapter 4418: Collapsed Civilizations II

THE Dead Order.

She could effectively be considered the Leader of The First Collapsed Civilization to fall under hands of THE Living Paradox.

As she continued examining herself with an expression of satisfaction and lingering uncertainty, she spoke.

"I did not anticipate sensing the vileness of THE Living Paradox manifesting on the other side of The Veil. Not so... precipitously. Not before even I possessed capability to traverse that boundary and establish presence among the Living territories."

HUUM!

Her words catalyzed heavy reaction throughout surrounding expanse as dozens of nearby figures rose with synchronized fervor.

Each entity emanated staggering concentrations of power...some exceeding 100 Quintillion, others reaching 200 Quintillion, a select few approaching 300 Quintillion in Complexity and Purity.

They had been refined through her implementation of True Order, systematically elevated beyond what scattered cultivation would have achieved.

Several voices echoed with passionate conviction.

"O Order, permit us to embark on your behalf and pursue justice for transgressions inflicted upon you!"

"Grant us honor of confronting that entity which collapsed our original framework!"

"We shall demonstrate how Death refined through Order surpasses Living existence corrupted through Paradox!"

WAA!

"Justice?"

THE Dead Order smiled at such proclamations.

Her eyes flashed with immense hatred carefully cultivated and preserved across eons...annemotion refined into a weapon rather than allowed to remain chaotic passion.

She spoke with a voice maintaining perfect calm despite volcanic fury beneath surface composure.

"I have been wishing for justice across countless eons, and it has perpetually evaded my grasp. That entity possesses advantages I cannot currently match through direct confrontation...civilizational supremacy that would crush our forces regardless of numerical superiority or individual excellence."

Her gaze swept across assembled Guiders of Order.

"At our current developmental level, we are not yet adequately prepared for final confrontation. My intention was to continue establishing True Order across entirety of The Lands of The Dead, nurturing you systematically until achieving thresholds of 1,000 Quintillion or beyond before deploying forces against external targets."

She paused, allowing weight of that timeline to settle.

"But since the vile brilliance of THE Living Paradox has appeared and subsequently disappeared within the Lands of The Living... I must modify strategic planning. I will deploy a select contingent prematurely to investigate what transpired, to gather intelligence regarding his manifestation outside THE Loom’s secured boundaries."

...!

The moment she articulated this modification, multiple Guiders of Order rose with expressions mixing honor and determination at being selected for critical reconnaissance.

Forgemaster Vulcan, that imposing figure radiating concentrated authority, stepped forward at the forefront!

"O Great Mistress of Order, allow me the profound honor of moving on your behalf..."

Others rose with their own immaculate vows, each proclaiming dedication to establishing Order on her behalf while discovering what circumstances had permitted THE Living Paradox’s temporary manifestation.

"My existence is yours to deploy, O Order! Direct me as instrument of your will!"

"I shall uncover truth regardless of resistance encountered, bringing intelligence worthy of your glorious brilliance!"

"Grant me this opportunity to demonstrate devotion refined through your elevation!"

...!

Oh!

The gorgeous figure of THE Dead Order smiled with an expression of satisfaction mixed with broader vision extending beyond immediate concerns.

She looked upward toward something that only she could perceive...perhaps viewing The Veil’s structure itself, perhaps observing patterns invisible to subordinates despite their considerable power.

When she spoke again, her voice held the glorious weight of revelation.

"You must understand fundamental truth: The Lands of The Dead are vaster than The Lands of The Living by orders of magnitude that defy easy quantification. All those entities that have perished across eons of existence... they reside here. Every collapse, every termination, every cessation feeds this domain."

Her eyes gleamed with anticipation of long-delayed plans finally reaching fruition.

"Collapsed Civilizations exist here...scattered remnants maintaining vestigial identities, preserving memories of former glory while lacking unified purpose or coordinated advancement. They will remain veiled and isolated no longer. We will leave them fragmented and directionless no longer."

She raised one hand with gesture carrying absolute authority.

"Some among you shall venture into the Lands of The Living to investigate what has occurred regarding THE Living Paradox’s manifestation. At the same time, The Young Living Order and this...Osmont. Gather intelligence. Return with actionable understanding that will inform our eventual confrontation."

Her voice intensified.

"While the rest of you... shall spread systematically to all corners of The Lands of The Dead and impose True Order without exception. All remnants of Collapsed Civilizations...those fragmented survivors maintaining separate identities, shall be unified under singular framework. The only Civilization permitted to exist across all territories outside THE Loom... shall be Order itself."

Her final words carried finality!

"There will be no competing frameworks. No alternative philosophies. No scattered authorities pursuing divergent objectives."

Her eyes blazed with white brilliance of absolute conviction!

"There will only be... Order."

BOOM!

Brilliant white light of Order pulsed outward like incandescent sun achieving glorious ascension, washing across The Lands of The Dead with authority that could not be denied or resisted!

Oh!

The assembled Guiders of Order bowed in synchronized acknowledgment before dispersing to execute directives that would reshape existence outside THE Loom.

Some would cross The Veil and investigate Living territories where The Young Living Order and THE Living Paradox had manifested.

Others would spread throughout vast expanse of The Lands of The Dead, systematically locating and assimilating remnants of Collapsed Civilizations who had maintained fragmented existence for eons.

All would serve singular purpose...establishing True Order as the only legitimate framework operating beyond THE Loom’s boundaries.

THE Dead Order remained in position after they departed, gaze still fixed on something invisible to others.

Perhaps she was calculating timelines until The Fallout.

Perhaps she was contemplating strategies for eventual confrontation with THE Living Paradox, or the one known as Osmont.

Perhaps she was simply savoring the approaching culmination of eons-long preparation!

Her smile showed anticipation mixed with carefully controlled hatred, and her eyes held certainty that whatever setbacks had occurred in distant past, whatever catastrophes had transformed her from Living to Dead...

This time would be different.

This time, Order would triumph over Paradox.

This time, the scattered remnants would become a unified Civilization capable of challenging even those secured within THE Loom!

The very essence of existence, the wind across The Lands of The Dead carried her conviction throughout the domain.

And everywhere it touched, Order intensified its grip..systematically transforming chaos into structure, converting scattered elements into coordinated whole.

The Remnants would be found and unified.

And when they did, existence outside THE Loom would know only one authority.

Order. Absolute and Indefatigable!

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