This was the convergence. Every party that had spent this long day tearing the Gilded order apart, drawing together over its final seat to end its reign across the entire Observable Existence. And the strangest, most wondrous part of it, the part that made Emotive's chest tighten, was that nearly all of them had come from the same place. From the Lower Observable Existence. The one the Gilded Ones had nuked without a second thought, quintillions of small lives written off as an acceptable cost, and out of that graveyard had crawled the monsters now gathered to collect the debt.
Looking at it all, Emotive could not help the emotion that rose and choked her.
