The Living Collapse turned, its void-filled gaze sweeping across the battered platform, and its attention settled like a noose around Kalysta and the others. Primarchs, Monads- Fold Dwellers all- their gathered forms now frozen in the realization of how close they stood to death.
I remained still.
The Lattices of Light swirling over my skin captured every detail, weaving the threads of the scene into sharp, cutting clarity.
I observed the Mannafolds first, a cluster of gleaming figures gathering tightly around a single towering Entity.
He was descending- no, falling with purpose from the Paradoxical Wheel Platform above, a being of weight and authority. His form burned with muted silver and blue hues, the pressure of his existence a mantle on his shoulders.
500,000 Complexity and Purity Quotient.
More than the others around him. More than most here.
His voice, low and grim, carried to my sharpened senses.
