Episode six, Confluence. The part of me that was Ida had never seen,
had never seen anything like what happened next. The part of me that
was Havan had forgotten just how mighty the Originals could be. Watching Major's duel
is bewildering. The world bends and snaps around them, impossible vistas and colors
and cracks in time. But the greater powers it's no longer a battle.
It's it is storms, storms tearing one another apart. They became wind,
howling oblivions, ripping up trees like grass, rendering the sky apart. I
all of me was scared. Havan was afraid that some day such feats would
be required of him, and that he could never achieve them. Ida knew,
knew she would be a candle in that wind. Storm snuffed out,
and no more storms became shapes. Emir drew a sphere of honeyed light around
the servant, even as its fingers punctured the space and time between them,
rent reality apart, revealing horrible potentialities within. Cradled something in his hands with
utmost care, Then into the sphere Emia had made he released it. It
was death, pure utter entropy. It consumed even the light, the photons
within the sphere, plunging it into pitch black darkness within. When the Servant
broke free, our heart sank. Every animal and tree for miles around died
instantly in a hideous pulse of pitch black death. But the Servant it was
wounded. Its organic components had dissolved, now only metal and crystalline glass.
It wailed like a child. It screamed like a newborn, having found pain
for the first time. It wailed in betrayal, fled through the sky.
Its voice upon its second appearance was female. I suppose it had repurpose parts
of Missus Johnstone. The parts of it that Dalton had made human atrophied quickly,
unable to sustain the forces it wielded. Perhaps that that is what drove
him to abandon its development. Well, it did not take us long to
realize where it had gone.