Perhaps the universe needed more of a culling than he anticipated.
The sounds of dying cries and fruitless gunfire echoed across the Legionnaire Realm, the mass of white bodies ripping through every soldier that remained. Every commander and general. Every officer and cadet. The few graduates that remained. Perhaps they'd been the most disappointing of all.
None had managed to even reach Reginald.
"Is this truly all the universe has to offer? This is the might of the AIC?"
The thousands of screams being snuffed out gave him an answer. One he had no choice but to accept.
There was no glorious battle in store for him? He'd only bear witness to the cosmos's dying whimpers. But he'd make sure those whimpers echoed out across the infinite stars of space. For only then would those left behind know the essence of true power. Only then would they rise to meet it.
Standing at the edge of his monument, the Light Binder extended his hands out to the sky, feeling the many different signals that flowed through him. Around him. The countless portals he forced open with a single command. Was this what godhood felt like? No wonder they so rarely left their realm. With such power, he could decimate entire worlds. Obliterate stars. Not that doing so would gain him anything in the long run.
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No, opening the portals was more than enough. The White Legion could do the heavy lifting while he attended to the main event. Ensuring universal destruction was kept on course.
"Sir," Reginald said as he overlooked the battlefield. "I believe this is our victory."
He smiled, closing his eyes to embrace all the signals around him.
Perhaps it mattered not how pitiful the resistance was. So long as the universe arose in the process, his duty was fulfilled.
The pitiful weaklings. The useless spirits. The countless bystanders who wanted to leech off the strong like parasites. They would all be culled. There was no room for any of them. Not in the new universe. Not in his new universe. He hummed a tune that echoed across the vast quiet below. One in which the White Legion seemed to cry out in answer to. He sang out louder, a battle tune to reach the Realm of the Gods itself.
Let them watch. Let them see. Spread, oh my Comet Clan. And make this universe truly worthy.
He opened his eyes, staring out at the purple hue that constantly illuminated the skies of the Legionnaire Realm. A beautiful sight for the end of everything.
One that every world would be seeing.