Lox's will cautiously delved into the vast, chaotic sea of consciousness belonging to the Outsider, Saranoja.
The deeper he went, the stronger his shock became.
Saranoja's sea of consciousness was nothing less than a crowded C'tan graveyard, filled with countless wails and shrieks.
Countless fragments of C'tan essence, some strong, some weak, some familiar, some unknown, clashed, tore at, and tangled with one another within the Outsider like shattered stars forcibly stitched together.
Within his perception were "Jodra the Endless Swarm," embodying an endless urge to multiply; "Yaria the Worldshaper," containing the power to shape planets and move mountains and seas; and countless smaller fragments he could barely identify, with nothing left but pure pain and chaotic instinct...
"Saranoja!" Lox's thoughts carried an incredulous edge.
"Just how many of your own kind have you devoured?! Some of these beings are so weak they are utterly insignificant. What did you eat them for?!"
If the Outsider had devoured others to grow stronger, it should have consumed the powerful among the C'tan. Yet so many weak C'tan had been devoured, proving that the Outsider's madness had shown itself long ago.
The Outsider's enormous body trembled faintly as it traveled between dimensions, and a torrent of chaotic thoughts mixed with endless regret, pain, and fury surged toward him.
[Deception. It was Cegorach, that damned Laughing God. He said that the more I devoured, the further I could surpass my limits and become the supreme and only one.
I believed him. I swallowed one after another. Strong or weak, I treated them all the same, until I realized their voices would never stop inside my mind...]
Saranoja's thoughts came in broken fragments, as though every word was accompanied by the conflict and attrition of countless consciousnesses within it.
[Help me take them out. Get