The final words exchanged between Seraphina and Paty were swallowed — by the noise, by the energy, by the collision of the impossible with the inevitable.
Seraphina raised her sword. The marks on it began to rearrange themselves, moving like sacred organisms, forming deeper, denser, purer patterns.
She whispered, emotionless. "The time has come to manifest the principle."
Above the arena, a luminous spiral began to open, as if the fabric of the cosmos were being folded to reveal what lay behind: a vortex from which infinite creations gushed forth. Beasts with eyes that saw beyond time, armor that pulsed with life of its own, spheres of conscious energy, all emerged and spun around Seraphina like planets around a sun of absolute order.
It was the cosmos, organized around a single will.
Paty watched silently for a second. Her eyes shone.
"Ah… so you really want to play with the forces?" She opened her arms. "Very well."
The reply came from all sides.
