No one budges at her gaze. Omega lets her pull away and sighs. As she bears down on Allistair, who shrinks away from her they exchange looks amongst each other.

"You" Alistair attempts to speak but can't bring himself to say what he needs to.

"You, are dead." Sin speaks up. His resolute unwavering voice cuts across the room like a scalpel though soft skin. "Just a fading memory in a shell made by a petulant child. Look at the bigger picture. We're a room full of ghosts and undead things. This dark Reality Matter is the only reason why we're here. But we all agree that Galen hasn't been living up to the mantle he's received. Lilianna's rule, though harsh, would be preferable to this overgrown mess Galen has failed to keep orderly." 

Saedysm slops down into a chair. "As much as I hate to agree. Their right. I mean, even my festivities are more put together than this."

"It's no way to run a kingdom." Vincent agrees. They all nod in agreement.

"So fall in line. Do your job. And we can all go back to our rest." Sin orders.

One by one the Core Existences file out, starting with Zaak, until only omega remains.

He draws a sword rippling with radiant energies and gently pairs a gateway in reality. The door leads to their next target. A soft and placid countryside hamlet at a junction point in a river.
"We've work to do Lotus."