The cold and newly arriving Master of Existence stood with a light of power and glory as her weavings already began to spread out nearby
"I am Master Etheopa," she said crisply, voice flat and absolute. "Master of Destiny and one of the Architect of these Sunfolds "
The air trembled.
Noah didn't blink.
Her eyes, cold as dying stars, swept over him like a ledger being assessed.
"Under normal circumstances," she continued, "you would be offered terms. Compensation fitting of your... distinction."
A faint pulse flickered in the golden weavings wrapped tight around her body as Existential Dimensional Lattices of Destiny buzzed.
"You would be honored as an equivalent to a Master of Existence for the aid you could provide the Veiled Sunfolds as a rare and barely observed Unbound Living Paradox."
Another pause.
Then…
"But these are not normal circumstances."
Noah said nothing, the folds of his cloak whispering in the windless surroundings.
