Destin Saint did not immediately reply after hearing Immortal Nimrod's maddening declaration.
Fateless Celestial, in dagger form, remained suspended above the catastrophe, its blade reflecting no light.
At that moment, he spoke, "Indeed. I know how much you want this."
His answer was so straightforward that Immortal Nimrod's fury faltered for a moment.
"But knowing your reason does not make it acceptable. You are attempting to cross a boundary that has existed longer than either of us would care to measure with just your '?????' Will!"
The surrounding spatial layers trembled again, and far beyond them, the descending Will became suddenly more distinct. It did not take the form of a hand, a face, or any other recognizable manifestation.
Instead, the darkness itself seemed to gain intent, and every nearby structure began responding as though it were an irresistible command.
