The Colossus!
The first true Flesh Ascendant.
The god of flesh once formed from the lives of countless billions of worlds!
And at that moment, all the Origins understood what he intended to do. He disdained the struggles of Hell and had never once deigned to look at them, because his goal had never been here, never been them. It lay in the Upper Realm, in that polluted paradise from which they had once fallen.
Sir Awen gazed into the distance with vacant eyes.
Time itself seemed to stop flowing at that moment.
Only the countless curses shrieking as they crawled out of the shadows moved, swarming like ants to engulf that sky-shrouding Colossus.
But those piercing eyes remained utterly unwavering, fixed straight upon the heavens.
Until-
The final fragment of flesh returned home at his summons.
Everything seemed to lose its sound.
Within the blood-red Consciousness Space, Lynn watched the final pillar of light descend. Below the steps at his feet, the gathered consciousnesses of countless Colossi already stretched beyond sight.
The King, the Queen, and their Subjects-this was almost an entire kingdom.
No...
This was a... civilization that was still alive.
And as the last Subject made their journey home, he saw an ethereal figure emerge beneath the boundless divine radiance high in the blood-red sky. He held his head high, countless Subjects behind him, his eyes seemingly alight with the hope of returning to his homeland.
He held a heart in his hands.
It was his Queen.
It was a tradition their entire Colossus Civilization had remembered from the days of raw meat and blood all the way to their ascension.
The light reflected off the face of the girl lying with closed eyes in Lynn's arms, and a trace of sorrow seemed to surface on her