"Nature has a threshold,” The Diviner spoke. "It can lose, but only so much. Beyond a certain juncture, the connection between what’s left of its domain and it would be disrupted. You can think of it as an omnipotent, omnipresent and omniscient force that without its anchor, its domain will be set loose with nothing to hold it back. A force that was spread for trillions of Light Years will collapse onto itself, concentrated at a single point.”
"And…?" A Third Cycle Sanctified Immortal inquired since The Diviner abruptly stopped talking.
"There is no 'And.’ In comparison to that concentrated force, Fourth, and even if there were Fifth or Sixth Cycles, I'd say they are like a feeble candle flame before a blowing Armageddon.”
"I…" Another Third Cycle Sanctified Immortal hesitantly opened.
