"The Fallen Apostles are, in essence, a race born from various mistakes. They face a problem no one has ever faced before." Father God leaned back in his chair, his thoughts drifting far away. "They belong neither to the Abyss nor to order."
"Can things really be that serious?" I found it hard to believe.
"Until ten-odd minutes ago, I hadn't considered this much either." Father God smiled faintly. "All along, I haven't personally concerned myself with matters involving the Fallen Apostles. I left them to the children, so I didn't know much about them. In my mind, I had lumped them together with ordinary Abyss-mutated entities. But now, it seems I need to pay them more attention. According to what you've said, the Fallen Apostles aren't completely mutated madmen. They still possess reason while remaining influenced by the Abyss. The reason probably lies in the Shilin Apostles' powerful vitality and self-purification ability. Your psionic energy can continuously neutralize the Abyss, but it isn't powerful enough to annihilate it directly like the Void can. So the two forces constantly clash, compromise, and transform one another, eventually producing an unprecedented mutation like the Fallen Apostles. Now I can be basically certain that they cannot survive within the Abyss Gate, nor can they survive in an absolute Order World... Hmm, that's not quite right. They can survive in an Order World, but over time, they will inevitably transform it into a bizarre environment suited to their racial traits."
Father God paused, seemingly giving me time to understand, before continuing. "You mentioned that you have a number of Abyssalized fleets under your command. They are stationed separately because gathering them together affects the surrounding environment to some extent. I imagine that must be a passive phenomenon. And as their numbers increase and they