Noah's fingers slowly turned the radiant Living Origin Key of Existence in his grasp, the crimson-gold X pulsing like it held a heart of its own. Each flicker of its glow sent faint tremors across the fabric of the surrounding Frequency, reacting not to his will… but to her presence.
And she, Sigrid Ivano, was just now wiping Phoenix grease from the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her tattered robe, entirely unconcerned with the artifact floating between them.
Behind Noah, Master Hannibal's voice rang out, sharp and cold.
"Tell me we aren't all standing still while an outsider holds something like that in his hands."
…!
The air quivered.
Dozens of Primarchs froze mid-breath.
Master Etheopa's gaze sharpened with silent reprimand, but before she could speak, a warm chuckle cut through the rising tension.
