End Times! I
A time of death.
A time of unfathomable brilliance!
Listening to the words and prompts rising before them, all the chosen inhabitants of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven picked up the truly important things from them.
That today was the First Day of Mors Apokalypsis.
That those in the First Gradation of Extremity were now targeted.
Following this logic, it meant many more days of Mors Apokalypsis would follow as after the extinction of all those in the First Gradation…those above them would follow!
So they had to make their stand.
And seeing the Legions of Existential Apokalypsis Beasts descending, they moved to weave their own records.
They moved to weave their own stories!
Stories.
Legends.
At this moment, a clone of Noah's was floating valiantly at the very peak of the Infinite Hyperversal Haven as near him, a cylindrical pathway that allowed Legions of Existential Apokalypsis Beasts to pass down stood.