A vibrant green projection floated in the center of the round table.
The screen above is playing a repeated replay of Sinestro's memory-based simulation of the battle with John.
A dim light illuminated the entire parliament platform, reflecting the cold light onto twelve indifferent gray-blue faces.
Soon, as the dynamic projection finished, the light screen in the center of the council chamber froze on the final reading:
[Green-yellow chimeric state, core shifted towards blue]
The Emotional Spectrum... has actually become distorted?
Seemingly realizing something, the twelve Guardians simultaneously withdrew their illusory fingertips.
They severed their brainwave resonance with the Central Battery, and the surge of energy in the surrounding area gradually ceased, leaving only a brief silence.
One second, two seconds.
Three seconds.
Since a century ago, when the Manhunters Corps's logic was deliberately twisted and they massacred Sector 666.
For the first time, these Guardians were caught in a mental blank.
"Absurd."
At the very top of the platform, the eldest Guardians, Kallon, was the first to break the silence.
The crimson sacrificial robes hung loosely on either side of the pedestal, covering his emaciated body.
He slowly raised his head:
" Spectrum repulsion is the underlying framework for the coexistence of cosmic order."
Willpower is in the center, governing reason and order; fear leans to the left, representing primal entropy and brutality.
Once positive and negative wave functions intersect in the same space, the only result will be energy level collision, with one rising and the other falling, eventually leading to complete Oblivion.
This is a pattern that the Maltusians determined using computational power long before the embers of creation had cooled.
Kallon's withered fingers hovered in the air, their fingertips pointing directly at the deep blue hue at the very bottom of the projection.
A rare, subtle twitch flickered deep within those cloudy, empty pupils, only to be forcefully suppressed by an icy chill.
"The green-yellow spectrum can never form a stable chimeric state."
Willpower cannot contain fear, and fear cannot be assimilated by willpower...
This is a desecration of the Oa system.
The core of this distortion is that it so abruptly transgresses energy levels, shifting towards the 'blue' Spectrum.
This does not conform to the law of energy transition; it is merely an unstable wave state.
"But the constants appear to have been modified."
As Korugar spoke, he raised his withered right arm, his fingertips brushing across the air.
The microscopic energy spectrum in mid-air is dissected layer by layer as the operation is performed, revealing the topological structure of the core region under the entire dome.
The dense green streams swirl and intertwine.
These are two Spectrum that would normally Oblivion upon contact.
Unexpectedly, it now presents a neat, interlocking hexagonal arrangement.
The bright yellow particles of fear were forcibly compressed into the emerald green lattice of will.
Two completely opposite spin angular momentum have surprisingly formed a kind of dynamic equilibrium.
"Two opposing energy flows were compressed into a single, complete monochromatic crystal."
Korugar adjusted the receiving surface of the holographic section, magnifying that dense interlocking point.
"This is essentially a balancing act at the micro level."
The state is locked back by gravitational collapse that approaches the event horizon infinitely, and by the outward burst of energy flux.
And it allows the green will and yellow fear to transcend a phase transition, condensing into a macroscopically stable unknown Spectrum fluid.
On the high seat to the left, another Guardians leaned down, his grey-blue face obscured by the dim light.
"Then... where does the field pressure that sustains this fusion state come from?"
"Originates from will."
Korugar's fingers fell.
"This will exhibits an extremely exclusive cohesive force."
Its core driving force stems from the cognition of living beings and their defense of the self and others.
Or perhaps it is a kind of combined energy, amplified to the extreme, composed of purpose, choice, and cognition.
It is this energy that directly transforms the dispersing, entropy-increasing energy of fear into a force field that aligns with one's will.
After he finished speaking, the council hall fell into a long silence once again.
Looking back over billions of years, the prophets of Maltus stubbornly regarded the green will as the only spark in the starry sky.
They viewed fear as an impurity that had to be eliminated.
From the dark, white stone temple of Oa to the pulsating, eerie light emanating from the Central Battery.
Then there's that vast legion that patrols three thousand six hundred star sectors...
The framework upon which this vast order depends for its survival follows only one principle:
Fear and will are incompatible.
"It's just a low-probability variable, it's nothing..."
Kallon straightened his posture slightly beneath his wide robes and hood.
He slowly raised his head, his pure white eyes gleaming sharply in the cold, eerie green light:
"Ladies and gentlemen... please see the note Sinestro left at the end of the simulation report."
Kallon's voice echoed in the empty temple dome.
"He is demanding from Oa the privilege of indulging in original sin."
That's a self-destructive delusion.
At the edge of the platform, a female Guardians expressionlessly severed the flow of energy before her.
"In ancient times... Parallax extinguished the flames of countless civilizations."
The remains of the Manhunters still rust silently on the edge of space, barely clinging to life.
If the legion succumbs to the poison of fear.
The order that Oa has cultivated for billions of years will be devoured by chaos and violence in a very short time.
"However, the dilemma that Sinestro described in the beacon does indeed exist."
Korugar clenched his knuckles and said calmly:
" Manhunters are trapped in a closed loop of logic, and the legion's resources are equally limited."
Amidst the Riot boundless deep space.
Three thousand six hundred warriors were forced to dissipate into the vast sea of stars, only able to watch as civilization descended into chaos.
Pure justice appears so weak and powerless in the face of true sin.
As long as one's will can suppress the backlash, fear can be transformed into a resource that can be mass-produced.
The debate lingered in the air.
Kallon, however, disregarded all distractions and slowly placed his palm on the cold stone seat in front of him.
His gaze shifted to the very bottom of the two sets of Spectrum.
At the junction of the green and yellow awns, a hint of cool blue is hidden.
That faint glimmer of light was extremely weak, yet it carried a chilling, penetrating quality, pulsating dully beneath the surface.
That deep blue light, with a more enduring combined force, continuously binds together the cracks where the two sides of the crystal lattice are clashing.
It both infuses the will with a continuous source of strength and silently dissolves the backlash of fear.
It is the presence of this blue hue that proves the distortion before our eyes is spontaneously crossing energy levels and heading towards unknown Spectrum regions.
That was a blind spot that they themselves were extremely unfamiliar with.
At the same time, the horizon of the entire parliament building shifted upwards for a moment, creating subtle ripples of emerald green.
That was the tremor caused when the vector field of Oa's outer defense network was penetrated.
Kallon slowly withdrew his gaze, turning his pure white eyes toward the deep void outside the hall:
He's arrived.
A small crack silently appeared in the emerald-colored light wall.
Sinestro, clutching his chest, stepped onto the smooth, mirror-like green surface and entered the council chamber.