Chaos' eyes blazed with coldness.
"THE Secretive Eon has fallen. THE Living Quantum has fallen. THE Living Dimensional has fallen. THE Living Temporal has fled across time itself, partially infected and possibly beyond salvation."
He looked at each of them in turn.
"None of you stand a chance of resisting this infection if it reaches you. I do not say this to diminish your power or your pride. I say this because it is truth. I am THE Primordial Chaos, and I could barely sense and resist. I could only flee. If THE Entity claims you, there will be no fighting back. There will be no last stand. There will simply be darkness, and then something else will wear your face while you cease to exist entirely."
His voice dropped to something almost gentle.
