|Terms, for the benefit of the participants.|
|You are hereby the unlikely heroes. Outmatched, unprepared, and arriving late, as such heroes always are. You will face a Dark Lord, and the Dark Lord will face you.|
|Due to the considerable annoyance of the preceding Narrative, this one has been set in advance. You are to be DEFEATED. Existential Moirai shall wrap around the Dark Lord to ensure it, and the wrapping is already underway.|
|Should this Narrative somehow be overcome, THE NARRATIVE OF THE TRAGIC HEROES may be overwritten entirely, and the rewards for such a thing would be stupendous.|
|Should things proceed as expected, the Records of your existences will be locked and sent back across time to this initial starting point. You will arrive here again.|
|THE Overseeing One watches with great interest to see how many times you will die before your existences fully collapse.|
|Or whether, on one of your returns, you triumph.|
|Begin.|
The Dimensional Cabin began to shake!
Far across the debris field, a doorway split open in the empty space between two tumbling continents. It cracked wider, and wider still, and obsidian darkness began to spill out of it and pour downward through the stellar clouds, and from the other side came auras that made the thousands already gathered here feel like a warmup!
Descartes looked at it with cold eyes.
THE Primordial Paradox looked at it with colder ones.
Erwin, THE Living Paradox, looked at it and did not blink at all.
And among the Descendants bound in unity, every purple-glazed face turned once more toward THE Primordial Paradox, thousands of them at once across all that floating stone, and they opened thousands of mouths and spoke as one!
"I haven’t reached out to Osmont for help for months now, as I don’t intend to do so now."
The voices came from every direction at once, layered over themselves, one mind and thousands of throats!
"How about it? You all think we can work together to fuck shit up?"
Thousands of heads tilted at the same angle.
"Unity shall spread over everything by itself. But with help..."
The laugh came out of every mouth in the Dimension simultaneously.
"Haha. Things become infinitely easier."
...!
And even as the words finished, the being adorned with the Enneagram rose!
Alexander, THE Peacemaker, stood up on the central asteroid without hurry, and the nine First Causes around his chest brightened as he moved. He thrust out his left hand, and one of the gems on the Enneagram flared, and radiant multicolored light spilled out of it and gathered and drew itself into shape across his open palm!
A bow!
It formed in his grip in a wash of nine-fold color, tall and clean and humming, and the pressure of it alone pushed the stellar clouds back from the asteroid in a slow spreading ring!
He rolled his neck, and it cracked once.
Then he began to float toward the doorway spilling endless darkness, unhurried, average in every way except for the nine roots of Existence burning across his chest and the weapon in his hand!
His voice could barely be discerned as he passed them.
"Peace... is often bloody."
BOOM!

|This place is uniquely connected to the time when Immense Ones first rose. It is located in a period of endless potential.|
|But one may ask. Why the hell are Gu Lifeforms involved?|
|Well. Here is where an argument comes in about whether THE First Lifeforms truly were thr first...or if Gu came first from nature.|
|Provenance Lifeforms. Or little insects.|
|Haha! It hurt the pride of many when I posed this question, and I posed it often. Provenance Lifeforms always looked at themselves as THE First Lifeforms. The ones who generated their own weavings of existence, from whom immensity bloomed, all of that.|
|But when we arose, little insects and microbes and things of no cognizance whatsoever were already there.|
|I never understood why we all had to be so prideful that we did not even care that insects like Gu were around before us. Maybe the argument is that they had no will and no cognizance. Fine. But Gu are among the lifeforms most closely bound to nature itself. It is as if they bloomed out of the surrounding existence into shapes and forms on their own. They are blank slates, and many things can be written on a blank slate.|
|Think of them like empty pages in a vast book, waiting to be filled.|
|They have the potential to become ANYTHING. Which makes them one of the grandest materials in the entire Engineering of Existence.|
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