Within the wheel of Noah's existence.
The voice of the Living True Source of Quintessence rose. Deep, calm, and filled with unshakable gravity.
"Our state is critical," Quintessence declared, stepping closer to the spinning core of the Living Wheel, which now bore creeping lines of gray calcification. "We face an attack not in flesh, nor in light. It is a weaving of existence that does not require one's presence- only the echo of a name and the print of a record."
He raised his hand as if to illustrate, and a thin ripple danced across the gray edges of the wheel's core.
"A strike from an entity whose complexity and purity exceed our own by hundreds, perhaps thousands of times. A strike whose method bypasses defense, because it attacks through what we have done and who we are known to be."
