Altheon's radiant body trembled faintly.
The names rippled across his thoughts like thunderclaps cast in golden glass.
"Ozymandias..." he uttered first, the syllables curling with memory.
Then, slower and sharper....
"Aetheron."
A name he had not known.
His mind buzzed as he began connecting threads of knowledge- well, knowledge based on what little information he was given!
Thauron... did that bastard not tell him everything?!
His glow dimmed with thought as he looked once again toward the boy- the man before him. Noah. Cold eyes. Tyrannically calm before a Foldless One even though he was a mere Fold Dweller.
He could somewhat see why this being had attracted the attention of the Young Miss.
And just now, he revealed more information about the Paradox that did not produce Inevitabilities as through this, Altheon could share with the others that they were looking for an abomination…born from Paradox and Origin!
