Daisy watched Lionhead undergo an internal struggle. His yearning for a better life ultimately overcame all his worries.
He had nothing left to lose. A single hope was worth risking everything for.
He reached out, picked up the axe, and swung it twice. He was so excited that tears nearly spilled from his eyes. A divine artifact!
Then he looked at the scroll that had been left behind. He had no idea what it was, but that did not matter. With a hundred races gathered here, there had to be some capable people among them. By pooling their wisdom, he believed he could find a path to the new world.
He summoned the chiefs, prophets, and Mechanical Lifeforms of every race, gathering their collective wisdom to study it together.
English was not some profound language. Though they had never encountered it before, several Mechanical Lifeforms used what little energy they had left to analyze it rapidly, quickly overcoming the language barrier.
Someone realized that the device on the scroll would harm the Negative Space and argued that they should consider it carefully. But the moment he said it, the crowd shouted him down. Who would want to stay in a godforsaken wasteland like this? Had they not seen that even the Brood could no longer endure it and had to venture outside for new supplies and living space?
If they remained trapped here, they were one thousand percent doomed. They had to leave if they wanted to survive.
Lionhead split the conservative faction member open with one swing of his axe, effortlessly unifying internal opinion.
"This is the path life chooses for itself," Daisy sighed as she watched them bustle about from the shadows.
Whenever they lacked the materials or knowledge to fully construct a mystic lock node, Daisy would