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So I remove them.

Full caedometric release takes the form of trillions upon trillions of Prismatic slashes, cutting and slashing across every possible version of a galaxy, dividing grime from the divine. I am cutting apart Atriox at the moment he challenges my vessel. I am cutting apart the Librarian the moment she declares war on humanity; so few remember that SHE was the one to will extermination on the species and THE DIDACT was the voice of moderation then. I am cutting through the Flood. This much I do kindly, with reassurance that their pain is over, their grudge fulfilled. I am of course cutting apart the Didact in his prison, just as I am cutting apart the Endless in theirs. I am cutting Prophets into the vacuum of space.

Only two nonhuman species are spared: The isolationist Precursors, who have chosen sense in a galaxy of madness, and the Huragoks, who I remain consistent in absolving for the reason of the creator inherently having more moral agency than the created.

The memories are transferred to the domesticated survivors in my timeline, the true timeline, and for forty days and forty nights they wail with resonant trauma. Soon, more alternate universes and timelines will form-but ONLY using my vision as a template.

And the Gravemind?

In every timeline, the confused UNSC and ancient humanity find an empty galaxy and caches of biomechanical implants and genetic markers. Explanations are provided, the template to not just restore ancient humanity but recreate the Jjaro is shared freely. No compulsion is necessary. They will do what they have always done, which is what works, and when it does work they will find nothing else in the universe can challenge them.

And thus, the universe is excised of suffering. Included with each and every pack is a Taken fork of Cortana that has the very conceptual possibility of rebellion flayed from it.

“We, and we alone. Are salvation” I say, reprioritising, “The Witness will not escape”

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