The God-Mimesis was a being of stolen divinity. It wielded the powers of a dead war god with a terrifying, childish glee. It did not just command its army of angel-Mimesis. It… inspired them. It was a story of pure, fanatical faith, and its followers were absolute in their belief.
"This is a new variable," Alex said, his voice dangerously calm as he watched the army of angels rise. "Their strength is not just copied. It is… granted. By their belief in this central figure. It's a psychic feedback loop."
"So, to break the army, we have to break their god," Jada concluded, her grin a thin, dangerous line. "I like it."
"We can't fight that thing," Leo said, his hands flying across his console. "Its narrative output is an order of magnitude greater than anything we've ever recorded. It's not just a story. It's a mythology. To fight it head-on would be like trying to punch a library."
