Everything moved from order to chaos, and ultimately met its end.
And in that process, all it took was a little push for the chaos within an organization to rise at a terrifying rate.
People's hearts were the hardest things to predict. That was especially true of creatures backed into a corner—their thoughts became exponentially harder to foresee.
For the Errant Lifeforms, the information Green had released meant that they needed to meet at least two conditions to leave the Spacetime Prison.
First, they had to reach the First Layer of the Spacetime Prison.
Because of the Spacetime Prison's own isolation mechanisms, and especially since the passage between the Second and First Layers had not yet been fully opened and could only allow a small number of beings through, the entire organization had split apart.
Those who knew how to reach the First Layer of the Spacetime Prison naturally became targets for everyone.
One being in particular had already been exposed: a one-horned humanoid, born on the Third Layer of the Spacetime Prison and one of the founding elders of the Prison Break Organization, who had been responsible for developing the organization's token rings. In an instant, countless beings began hunting him down!
At that moment, the Prison Break Organization was already a rather loose alliance. Its members could no longer afford to worry about anything else. Controlling the passage to the First Layer of the Spacetime Prison was what mattered most.
Beneath the scorching sun on the Second Layer of the Spacetime Prison, the barren, cracked earth held not a trace of life.
But across this desolate plain, a huge ring of oddly shaped humanoid beings had formed in the sky and on the ground. At its center, trapped within the encirclement, stood a silver-haired, one-horned humanoid.
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