Madness was a peculiar thing.
Academia had multiple explanations for it. The most popular came from the Wendell School, which held that rationality was essentially a consumable; once it ran out, one's true nature would be exposed.
The underlying nature of this world was madness. Order and reason were only a fleeting flicker of fire, ultimately destined to return to disordered madness.
Sidney thought there was some truth to that, but as he watched the Great Being twisting in agony before him, a thought surfaced:
Was the true nature of Great Beings madness too?
Or did their rationality also have an endpoint? Could it also be exhausted?
In other words, were they simply far stronger than Supernatural people, with little essential difference?
A strange feeling surfaced. Sidney did not know how to describe it. Nothing seemed to have changed, yet everything seemed different.
He looked at the enormous Great Being below and licked his lips.
An absurd thought surfaced.
Since it had a physical body, could it also be defeated, or simply... used as a sacrifice?
Sacrifice a Great Being to a Great Being?
It would certainly accept. Sacrifice was absolute and would assuredly be carried out.
The Empire stumbled forward by any means necessary, and ultimately, this had affected everyone. As long as the Empire could survive, there was nothing that could not be sacrificed, nothing that could not be offered up.
Then why not a Great Being?
Everything was fuel for the Empire's advance, and the one below seemed to be particularly high-quality.
This absurd thought appeared in his mind for only an instant before Sidney immediately cast it aside. But it had truly appeared, like a seed scattered unwittingly, taking root in parched soil, waiting only for a rainfall before it covered the entire wasteland.
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