{They do not know of the identity you have reclaimed through the Existential Weaving of the Protagonist, nor what you can observe and understand with such an identity now. So let them mock and degrade. Let them sit on their high pedestals of their Legacies that have remained untouched for eons, and never before have they faced the burning intent of the Weaver of Extremity himself. The intent…that may just be the sword that cleaves their pristine Legacies.}
{What I love the most is seeing that expression of pride on beings like you. That expression of arrogance and narcissism that you are at the very peak, untouchable and above all others. I love seeing that because it makes it all that much more fulfilling when inevitably, you will soon be groveling at my feet with that arrogance nowhere to be seen. The only thing left of your hubris will be shock and disbelief at how it was even possible, how a being like you is kneeling at my feet about to die. I can already see that a weak one like you, in particular, may even beg for your life when that point comes and ask for mercy. What is your name, Ugly Thing? Just so that I can remember what you are when the day you grovel at my feet comes.}
The massive and intricate layering of Existential Extremity Rune Scriptures of Vacuous was repulsed without smashing into the Monolith due to an undeniable force.