Noah understood immediately what the Chorus represented.
An army that could not be permanently diminished. Every Maw that fell would rise again within moments. Every Bulwark that absorbed damage would be restored before that damage could accumulate toward collapse. The Chorus transformed his legions from powerful force into inexhaustible force, an army of Absolutes that could theoretically fight forever without losing members to permanent death.
Kill a Maw, and the Chorus brings it back before its power stacks can reset.
Overwhelm a Bulwark through sustained assault, and the Chorus restores it before the protected Maws become vulnerable.
Collapse a Chorus member, and the other ninety-nine continue resurrection operations without interruption.
A fucking infinite loop of defense!
"And the last. A new wonder."
The Chorus moved aside with gentle precision, their mandala patterns continuing to pulse as they joined the other formations.
