And there was one more thing.
Erwin had changed his target a while ago.
For a long time, his hunger for information had fixed on THE Creature, the ancient rival, the richest source of Adversity he knew. But at some point he had let THE Creature go and selected another. Osmont!
And here he had met a wall, because he could obtain no internal information on Osmont himself, none, the man's existence closed to him in a way nothing else ever had been. But Erwin was THE Information Paradox, and where he could not read the being, he could read the existence around the being. He fed on the external information instead. How existence reacted to Osmont. How the surroundings bent and answered wherever Osmont moved. The volume of even that was grand, far beyond what most sources offered.
And in the last few minutes, it had become unfathomable.
