On Logos, the first Armageddon Edicts were applauded as miracles of urban planning. Terraformer‑priests and White‑devotion engineers demonstrated that, with enough mana and enough certainty, you could erase an entire biosphere and replace it with a flawless, sanitary canvas—smooth alabaster ready to receive geometrically perfect cities and metronomic agriculture.

Only later did generals and zealots elsewhere in the galaxy copy the protocol as a weapon. Most of them couldn’t or wouldn’t pay the precision cost to achieve true alabaster recrystallization; their bootlegged versions left worlds as cracked glass and smoking ruin, not the terrible serenity of Logos.