The Darkness spared nothing.
The corpse of the Protector, the forest, the river, the sky, the monsters who had been hiding from dragons and Neo.
Everything was eaten.
And, the madness began to sing.
The chorus of insanity started from a low whisper and it soon turned into an otherworldly cacophony.
Neo's will, strengthened by the opening of his Cosmos, gave him masterful control of Intent.
He used it tirelessly to disentangle the Intent making the madness.
But he could only calm a small part of the madness.
The rest?
He faced the madness with sheer willpower.
He withstood it—
No.
He did not just withstand it.
He embraced it.
He let the Madness Intents drown him in their rage. He lent an ear to their stories. He learned about their lives.
The moment of joy, the years of sustenance, the decades of ignorance.
Everything had a story to tell. Be it a strip of grass, a grain of dirt, or the kings of the world themselves.
