Across the weavings of existence.
Within the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
BOOM!
Living Dimensional Authority detonated in absolute silence.
It was an elegant annihilation of causality itself. The fractured corpse of a dead Wheel of Existence quaked as Authority more ancient than time swept across it.
Paradoxical gold followed.
A blaze of contradicting frequencies, folded and twisted until they radiated something both glorious and unspoken. Together, the silver and the gold painted a weaving of power that did not belong in this desolate region!
And then, two figures emerged.
One, impossibly still. The other, impossibly shocked.
Moiraine, her body cleaved from the waist down, floated amidst the ruin like a sovereign cast from royal paradox.
Her long white gold hair flowed without wind, her eyes twin golden stars flaring beneath her brow. Cracks laced her skin, yet nothing about her presence seemed weakened. Authority clung to her like a loyal hound.
And in her arms…
