The forehead of this mysterious woman truly ignited into crimson gold brilliance, even though she herself did not seem to sense anything crazy as she was focused on the food before her!
Dazzling crimson-gold brilliance exploded from her forehead like a solar flare compressed into a needlepoint. The light wasn't just bright.
It was absolute.
All around them, the Fold Dwellers- Primarchs, Monads, Masters of Existence…all stared in stunned silence as…
Runes bloomed.
Trillions of them.
Across the True Frequency of Fate, they unfolded in spiraling geometries of impossible complexity, dancing in perfect formation to weave a symbol.
A single, massive X.
Crimson-gold, radiant beyond reason. It pulsed with power ancient and impossible.
From the center of Sigrid's forehead, the X began to twist and fragment.
And then…click.
A piece detached and floated forward.
Noah's breath didn't falter.
But his eyes widened a fraction.
