Avo the Pseudo Omnipresent Sensor Man

CONCEPTUAL APOTHEOSIS ATTAINED

DEFINEMENT OF DELUSION + DEFINEMENT OF EMPATHY >DEFINEMENT OF SYNTHESIS

DEFINEMENT OF SYNTHESIS (XIV) - “I am myself. And I am another. I am every trait that I encounter. I am all that can be imagined, and all that has yet to be considered. I am a dream-made material. I am a falsehood turned truth. I am within. I am without. I am my ego. And am all the egos encompassed in the world. I am all and one and any at once.”

Avo’s capabilities became those of his cadre, and at once, everyone was him, and he was everyone. They all remained, but their united gestalt awoke to become a conceptualized entity in of itself.

At once, the gestalt was attacking, living, moving, dying, learning, hiding, hunting, fleeing. Reflections became blood became wind became space was sound and space and light. They sank into the tapestry, and for a moment, their very beings gnawed at the bones of existence. With Rend climbing fast but their awareness blooming wide—spreading vast across New Vultun, the gestalt seized the moment and infused their collective consciousness into the Heaven of Continuum—the Strix Upon The Empty, a God of Minds Myriad.

A massive avian form shifted in the void, each feather a mind among its wholeness, the contours of its being outlined by traces of ghosts and absolute white. Its wings flapped, and a wave washed over reality.

The gestalt knew the shape of New Vultun—of Idheim—better than any singular entity. It assembled fragmented secrets a single mind could not connect, it noticed angles and firing trajectories beyond even the augmented senses of a Regular. In a moment of divine coalescence, the totality of the gestalt peered out through one of Draus’ copies.
...
Through a portal two kilometers away, twelve Knots composed of Drauses and Chamberses hunting a fleeing group of Bloodthanes in their golems, crushing space down to a choking perimeter, barring the escape of their prey via layered demiplanes. The stormtree was their only way out. Should they reach it, there were several hundred points they would be able to flee through.

But that wasn’t what was going to happen.

The gestalt invoked its Definement of Pre-Cognition—simulated possible firing solutions to resolve its pursuers and reach the stormtree at the same time. Rend spiked again, and the paths to the future cascaded over one another. Back in the real, a shower of flechettes and missiles turned to splatters of blood as they were liquefied mid-transit.

Then, a firing solution was found. A single shot. To accelerate the cargo drone. To destroy the pursuing Knots. To slay the Bloodthane cadre.
... (The shot lands, of course)
Soulfire blossomed out from the overloading golems. The impact struck them from angles material, thaumaturgic, and mental. Their patterns were entirely encompassed—there was nowhere in time or space they could have avoided the onslaught.

In a sense, their destruction was fated. Inevitable. The gestalt knew where they were, what they were made of, and the destruction can found them was custom-designed to match and overcome their miracles.
...
The Draus copy ceased to be at this moment as well. But that was fine. A note died. The symphony only grew louder.

Once more, the Strix triggered its canon and wove the entropic cataclysm across spacetime.

A few hundred thousand more places across New Vultun ruptured. Portions of districts and entire cadres immediately ceased to be. Destruction overflowed across compromised minds, into compromised installations and facilities, into suspected Famine nodes, down upon essential targets. It was ruination spreading like a plague through a chain of minds; it was a storm beyond the confines of causality.

A chain of calamities jumped and jumped again. Space and time were just playings to the gestalt so long as they threaded a bridge across the Nether. But it wasn’t just a passage across space. It was alignment. It was a single rupture opening in the gutters, the Tiers, Light’s End, over a cadre, within a techno-thaumic reactor, at once, at the same place; across a few thousand other places,
...
The gestalt felt its massive spike. It sank deeper into existence, displacing more of reality’s patterns, casting tides of miracles impossible to ignore. But the attack happened so instantly, so synchronously, so impossibly that the near-million Guilder assets Avo just killed could do nothing more than die in ignorance.

Nothing could have prevented their ends. No force could have spared them.

No force, until Avo felt a counter-presence press upon the tapestry. It’s weight far greater than his. The patterns of Chronology ground against his reign of Continuum, and a golden slash split the seams of existence.
...
But through her joy, Avo found himself shaking. This miracle-test took a total of eight-point-three seconds. Eight-point-three seconds, resulting in over a million deaths, the slaughter of countless cadres and high-ranking Guilders, the annihilation of facilities, military, commercial, and logistical, the response of Veylis Avandaer.

Veylis Avandaer.
...
Veylis cocooned her districts and Godclads in thin lattices of Chronology as she surveyed the damage. The attack had come so sudden that even she was caught by surprise. It wasn’t even within her paths until five hundred thousand lives were already lost. They all died at once—consumed without hint nor reason.

Only honed reflex and instinct prevented her from suffering greater losses. It was the Dreamer. It had to be. She knew it. And so she struck, killing all her Heaven deemed likely compromises, unmaking the once-ghoul’s pathway toward greater harm.

Her second cut was a warning sent across time. She cleaved through every one of his assets. All the ones she and the Infacer could find. This was warning and counter-attack delivered as one.

But it hadn’t been enough. And she hadn’t anticipated this.

	-28-3, for context Veylis's "paths" are the paths to the future, she has reasonably solid precognition that covers the bulk of the setting. Also, Avo achieves this perfect synchronicity by overlapping himself with all of his allies, my idea for Kresnik is that they're overlapping their senses with the world instead. So they're getting this info from the grass, the sky, and the wind, etc. Also this uh, this is the only time he does this, which is why Cho is here to fill in feat wise.