In the channel leading to the Transcendent Origin Battlefront Folds.
Altheon's awareness pressed against the barrier like fingers testing the surface of still water, his ancient mind cataloguing every ripple of power that emanated from within as he did not dare to observe anything, but could somewhat gues what was happening within.
He sighed- for any displays of emotion were beneath a being of his stature, but somewhere in the depths of his existence, duty and desire waged their war.
The Young Miss. Even now, the title carried reverence that made his very essence tremble.
She was not merely a unique Living Origin, though that alone would have commanded the devotion of many. No, she was something far more precious, far more dangerous.
The Living Order.
Not just any Living Order, but THE Living Order- the singular axis upon which the balance of all Living Existences that was broken long ago…would one day turn!
