At noon.
Captain Constantine arrived in the Wasteland and met with several Origins who had existed since ancient eras and had long since grown decrepit.
After a lengthy conversation.
He finally persuaded them to follow him into Dark Night City and join Lynn's alliance.
And as the deadline drew near.
Only a handful of Origins remained in the Wasteland outside Dark Night City. Some were powerful beings who had grown up locally, some were descendants of former Fallen, some were nameless horrors who had barely emerged in thousands of years, and some even had the blood of the former Old Gods flowing through them.
They were the last holdouts.
"If they're still wavering, I have a way. Just wait for the results. Hehehehe!"
During an internal meeting, the Weeping Clown cackled, wicked and full of ill intent.
And so.
On the night before the deadline.
An anomaly suddenly appeared in the Wasteland outside Dark Night City, seemingly marking the return of the Polluter from the Main Universe. Several Origins abruptly felt an icy chill in their souls and consciousness, as though a pair of eyes were staring at them mercilessly, and terrifying, beguiling whispers echoed in their minds.
The voice told them to join, then sabotage and disrupt the alliance from within, promising them immense rewards and the blessing of joining the Polluter's army.
The voice began interfering with their judgment and will.
Making them no longer themselves.
When they realized it, their hair stood on end.
Even their bodies began showing signs of descending into chaos.
Bang, bang, bang-
Bang, bang, bang-
That night, the sounds of those Origins roaring and pounding incessantly came from outside Dark Night City's Barrier.
They were willing to join!
They were willing to join the alliance! To shed blood and toil for the