You fuckers think like Lias, you allow the river to take you where you will find horror, despite it is in your nature to be afraid of it, you do not do it through intelligence, you do it through allegiance.
Lias only takes the world so far, then he is stripped from the field of battle in the end, which arrives because he failed to see all possibilities.
Whilst the tool of his demise is plausibly terminated in revenge, the advancement of the system is established in the resulting historical record of events.
The hand that guides all life does so with impunity, and the level of open-mindedness of the individual determines rank and file. In seeking to be center stage, as a population of online thinkers, we become focal points of universal directives.
I might smell like an enemy, but you know not what phase you will require my presence.