Emon finally reached the Well of Beginnings. He poured his own blood into the water, mixing it with the 1600 souls. One by one, bodies began to form from the mist. Khairul Nafas was the first to step out. He looked like a man in his prime, but his eyes were no longer emerald; they were pitch black.
The Third Twist: The 1600 reborn humans were not "normal." Because they were made from Emon's blood and the Architects' residual virus, they possessed a terrifying power: The Hunger of the Void. They didn't need food; they fed on the life-force of everything around them. Within hours, the lush forest around the cave turned into a gray wasteland.
Khairul, Emon's closest friend, looked at him with a predatory grin. "Master, the fire is gone, but the hunger is better. We don't want to serve you. We want to consume the world you saved." Emon realized he had created 1600 "God-Level Predators." The guilt was the final thing that turned his heart into stone. As his emotions died, his power reached its peak. He stood alone against 1600 of his former friends, ready to destroy what he had just spent his life creating.