"The puppets you have created are vile and displeasing.
I'll be cleansing them."
Seraphielle spoke as she looked into Farah—or the Anomaly's—eyes one last time and—
SFWWOOOOSH
A silent wave of bright light spread outward. The halos of the Light Borns present in this world reignited. The Thal'rens—those who had survived and those who were resurrected—felt their hearts filling with warmth and reverence.
Even the Fallen—still unable to move because of Seraphielle's restraints—felt something.
But unlike the Light Borns and Thal'rens, their experience was not pretty; their forms… began to distort.
Seraphielle was an Infinity, a being born at the very beginning of time, a being who knew what most did not, a being who could sense what most could not.
It wouldn't be wrong to say she was the Universe's favored; there weren't many beings or entities the Universe had a stronger connection to than her, and because of their connection—
Seraphielle could feel it.
