The cold branches of Yggdrasil pulsed lightly above the glacial winds, and beneath their shimmering white canopy, silence descended in ripples.
The air no longer trembled with chaos or battle.
It hung suspended by something far more absolute!
The domain that had moments ago crackled with the tension of potential violence, with the quiet hope of transcendence and ascension, now pulsed with anticipation. Dread. And awe.
The figures of Masters of Existence and Primarchs, scattered across the white expanse, stood tall and triumphant. Some had fists clenched in quiet victory, others looked skyward!
They had heard the words of a Foldless One.
They had been granted passage to the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds!
To them, this meant only one thing- hope for advancement. The hope of finally breaking through.
The hope of continuing to build the elusive Tower of Origin in a realm where even the smallest step forward was paved with suffering and the waves of failures.
