The air in the tower seemed to solidify, turning from a gas to something viscous and oppressive, like breathing liquid mercury. Celestina could feel the cost of her proposal settling in her lungs.
She began to lay out the true mechanics of the slaughter, not of bodies but of causality itself.
She described how she would use the loop's duration to plant Legion assets like poisonous seeds within Aethelgard's power structure. She spoke of cultivating specific social and political pressures that would inevitably drive the Apostle network toward the precise psychological state required to trigger the Reset.
The end goal was not salvation; it was a controlled collapse. At the moment of maximum vulnerability, the working would reach its full expression, unraveling every achievement, every alliance, and every scrap of progress the reincarnators had clawed from this world, snapping them back to the sterile starting point she had defined.
