For He had already amassed enough substance and fulfilled the conditions for His awakening.
Every living being in Chaos Deep Space had already been devoured by Him and returned to Him.
More importantly, He had swallowed the primordial source of the Main Universe, fulfilling the most crucial condition.
And that meant...
There would be no more sleep-talking!
Because the next time...
Would be when He truly awoke. His current slumber was already the final portent before His awakening.
The apocalypse was coming.
"But with things already like this, how are we supposed to move forward?!"
Feather Pen trembled, her face filled with despair and anguish, tears falling to the ground one after another.
"If even this can't fulfill that condition, what else does this world have left to sacrifice? Then what was the point of doing all this?! I don't understand!"
Sir Awen coughed violently. Slumped against the wall, he said quietly,
"Cough... cough... this path... as far as I know... only goes this far... how to go on from here... perhaps someone will... give him that answer..."
He turned his head with difficulty, leaning amid the shattered walls and rubble. Reflected in his vacant, lifeless eyes was the City into which he had poured a lifetime of feeling. He watched the fires burning in Chaos Deep Space, so close at hand, and struggled to reach out, but his vision had already dissolved into blurs and overlapping images.
"But at least now... no one else... needs to become kindling..."
"We made it in time..."
"Before His final recall of chaos... we can still intercept some of His power... to strengthen this spark of finality for Lynn..."
That was why he had to keep racing to catch up.
That was why, the moment chaos's Great Return Movement began, he knew this