The Great Usurper's formless awareness pulsed with profound discomfort.
Anyone having their power stripped away would show at least some emotion. Resistance, anger, fear, sadness...something. These Dead Existences act like it's not just normal but ordained. They didn't show even a flicker of hesitation....
Is their existence being influenced? Controlled? Have they been fundamentally altered to accept this hierarchy without question?
He didn't know for certain, but the implications were deeply unsettling.
Meanwhile, Meliodas floated above the restructured Citadel, and the Great Usurper sensed his complexity had indeed increased...from 100 Quintillion to approximately 125 Quintillion.
Not because he directly absorbed this power. It was as if his very action and what it accomplished triggered something from his...so called Civilization.
Crazy...
The Great Usurper's awareness rippled with fascination.
