The golden aura hadn't fully faded when Sigrid flinched.
All around her, titanic chains of golden fate were humming with intensity, as if sensing the proximity of another power trying to rewrite the script.
She huddled closer to Noah, glancing around warily at the many Primarchs, Solstice Veils, and Fold Dwellers who had materialized around them in radiant bursts of True Source brilliance.
Each of them were terrifying- not to mention the pressure that the Originus Venerant entities emanated!
Her eyes lingered especially on the moving chains- each one thick enough to wrap a planet, each one veined with shimmering Existential Dimensional Lattices.
Master Shen's expression remained unreadable, a single brow lifting slightly as he prepared himself to observe this moment with a casual yet calculating gleam. Master Etheopa, however, had a glint in her eyes- eager, almost, as if the unraveling of this mystery might reaffirm something long waited for.
