[Causality—the laws of cause and effect. It's one of the principles on which the universe was founded. An action causes a consequence. Sandalphon broke out of Pandemonium, and the consequence was everything that happened after.
...Of course, this means nothing if causality itself has been warped. For instance, if Sandalphon were to find himself outside of Pandemonium, despite never breaking out. Or perhaps, having emerged in his bitter state with no action to create that consequence...to have been ruined by the Supreme Primarch, in a world where primarchs never existed to begin with.
Whatever the case, he's not himself. The chaos gnawing at the edges of reality even sees fit to drop him into a world he doesn't know. He's confused, frightened—angry, bitter, hurt. He doesn't know anything, doesn't recognize anything. Exia carefully lurk in the shadows, a present from a foe Sandalphon doesn't even know exists, though they're too well-hidden for anyone else to see.
In his desperation to figure out what's going on, Sandalphon frantically sweeps through the area, uprooting and flipping just about everything in his wake. Tables, chairs, prying the doors off of a cabinet—anything he can do to find some semblance of familiarity. He doesn't quite know what he's looking for, but whatever it is, it isn't here.]
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...Of course, this means nothing if causality itself has been warped. For instance, if Sandalphon were to find himself outside of Pandemonium, despite never breaking out. Or perhaps, having emerged in his bitter state with no action to create that consequence...to have been ruined by the Supreme Primarch, in a world where primarchs never existed to begin with.
Whatever the case, he's not himself. The chaos gnawing at the edges of reality even sees fit to drop him into a world he doesn't know. He's confused, frightened—angry, bitter, hurt. He doesn't know anything, doesn't recognize anything. Exia carefully lurk in the shadows, a present from a foe Sandalphon doesn't even know exists, though they're too well-hidden for anyone else to see.
In his desperation to figure out what's going on, Sandalphon frantically sweeps through the area, uprooting and flipping just about everything in his wake. Tables, chairs, prying the doors off of a cabinet—anything he can do to find some semblance of familiarity. He doesn't quite know what he's looking for, but whatever it is, it isn't here.]