"Greater good? That, I'd like to know."
Eric's voice was a low growl, his expression set in grim determination.
"Most certainly. All three of you are going to die anyway. A glimpse of the grand plan won't hurt,"
Brygo said, his words unnervingly calm. He rubbed his hands together before pulling out a pair of dark gloves and meticulously putting them on, his eyes never leaving Eric and Yelena.
"Murdering billions? You call that a grand plan? Madness!"
Eric's voice rose, a raw, defiant roar. He grimaced, straining against the thick, cutting bonds.
"Madness? You mistake vision for insanity, Eric,"
Brygo replied, his voice calm yet dripping with unshakable conviction.
"You see, this universe, this... broken, dying, inefficient... thing, it is beyond saving. It is teeming with disorder, pain, and ruin. What else is there but a merciful death for it?"
"You're delusional,"
Eric snarled, his eyes blazing with fury.
