It felt odd to be killing Primordial Architects.
Hours ago, these beings had been so distant, so abstract, so far above the classifications. The Primordial Architect as a category had carried weight in his mind.
That had been hours ago.
Now they were folding under his attention like wet paper, and the folding felt distantly wrong.
He had been waiting to test the extent of his new power before he took on THE Quintessential Ego of Superbius V1 himself. He had wanted to feel the ceiling of his current Hadean configuration before he added another layer onto it. The idea had been reasonable- a calibration pass across the mid-tier Primordial Architects of THE Wyld, to establish a clean baseline measurement of where he stood.
So far, the calibration had been fucking abysmal.
Not as a reflection on his power. As a reflection on the Primordial Architects' power. Every designated combatant he had reached through Emotive's list had folded within a handful of seconds of his arrival!
