Reality Crisis

"This is the City of Infinity Council."

The Maker lightly snapped his fingers, and the road before them shifted into one leading to the very heart of the City of Infinity.

This was not teleporting the two of them onto some road, but twisting the very structure of the City of Infinity.

Clearly, The Maker possessed the material power to warp reality.

"I have not even established a governing system over the City of Infinity."

"Because they can handle it for me."

The Maker looked toward the pristine white hall at the end of the passage.

The hall was vast enough to accommodate a Gloriana-class Battleship.

Yet under the influence of special technology, everyone within could see every place and every person up close, and hear one another as clearly as if they were speaking beside them.

A massive banner hung high upon the northern wall of the council chamber.

The double-headed eagle of the Imperium, the cog of the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Eye of Asuryan of the Eldar, the metal skull of the Necrons...

There were hundreds of thousands of council seats, all arranged around the central seats—the seats of the councilors.

There were a thousand councilor seats.

Five Horuses, three Angrons, and twelve Sanguiniuses sat beneath the enormous banner representing humanity.

The councilors of the other races likewise gathered in groups of three or five, discussing matters with the humans.

"They will determine the City of Infinity's specific system of governance," The Maker explained. "And what to do with other reality universes."

"How many living beings besides Primarchs are on this planet? Mortal refugees?" Qin Xa asked curiously.

"Even the Guillimans cannot count them."

"They can't count them? Then how enormous must the planet housing the City of Infinity be?"

"That cannot be counted either. Thanks to the