Golden brilliance poured across the space around them, an endless tide of paradox that bled into every lattice of their surroundings.
The last ripple of the Transcendent Foldpath ebbed, and the final boundary was crossed. As if the entire sea of paradox had been holding its breath, there came a stillness. Then…silence.
Noah's eyes glimmered, already adjusting to the overwhelming sight as he sensed the shift.
His distinction as the Weaver of Existence- an authority layered with golden and black threads- trembled with longing as it sought to understand. The runes etched in his bones flared with heat, and his Living Wheel of Existence began to spin.
It hummed with a deep and surging anticipation. Like a heartbeat of something that had always been waiting.
True paradox!
His mind flooded with prompts.
|The light of Paradox senses an extremely complex and pure brilliance similar to it.|
|The Living True Source of Loot rises up to observe.|
