Noah gazed at the darkening space above Concordia, his eyes pulsing with delight at the systematic harvest Ra'Zan was conducting.
Each transformation, each addition to the Legion, represented exponential growth in a game where exponential was the minimum acceptable rate of advancement.
This place, this moment of chaos and emergence, was a grand weaving of possibility!
Where others saw catastrophe, he saw opportunity wrapped in violence.
Prompts materialized before his vision, documenting the accumulating benefits:
|Harvest Festival of Death Progress:|
|Dead Existences joined ranks: 2|
|Existential weavings siphoned to Deathly Cache: 28% of original essences|
|Cache accumulation rate: Increasing|
|Current participants: (You, Ra'Zan, Primordial Stone Ape, Ozymandias…)|
His gaze rose to track what the prompts described.
Far above, barely visible through the tears and chaos, an illusory chest floated…the Deathly Cache of Perpetual Harvest.
