As Fold Dwellers stood frozen in shocked confusion, the Living Existences present began to display expressions of grim understanding.
They knew with the certainty that came from eons of experience that for one to possess the ability to veil themselves in this space, they had to be either an Honored Living Existence or a Royal one.
The implications hung in the air as they understood somwthing was afoot!
Yet even as every eye fixed upon the floating obsidian coin with expressions ranging from awe to shock, Noah regarded the offering with casual indifference. When he finally spoke, his words carried the weight of glorious tyranny.
"A single coin seems too little for us, isn't it?"
…!
HUUM!
The silence that followed was so complete it seemed to have physical weight, pressing down upon the assembled multitude like a blanket woven from pure shock.
