The golden waters of Paradox held their breath.
Thousands upon thousands of Foldless Ones hovered above and around them, gazes fixed like Omniverses that had forgotten how to blink. Each pair of eyes was sharpened by hunger. By awe. By the pull of something they did not understand, but desperately wanted.
The Honored Ones moved first.
From behind the still figure of the Honored Living Golden Paradox, others began to drift forward- immense beings, draped in flames of authority and halos forged from unspeakable truths.
Their presence alone pressed against the very fabric of this fold, and still… they came.
They were unfathomably powerful.
In this immediate region, only Noah and Aetheron were the only Originus Venerant entities!
All others were in their own glorious stages of power that exceeded 100,000,000 PQ and CQ!
There were Living Paradoxes here, Prime Living Paradoxes, and Honored Living Paradoxes!
All gazing. The Honored Ones coming!
