Once again the figure in the darkness rises, divine blade unsheathed and poised for battle.
"Your persistence is admirable... but like every previous cycle, it will be futile. I am no Heartless Angel, but I WILL SEND YOU SPIRALLING BACK TO NOTHINGNESS! BEGONE, COUNT OF THE POPULACE!"
It took one strike in its entirety. The tome that crystallized the ascending count of commoners was dissected 53-fold, leaving again a void in the great auditorium. The figure returned to his seat from above, shaking his head in sadness at how this loop was still being perpetuated. Fools, he thought.
tl;dr Zero