The glorious beam of white light that spilled forth from Sigrid expanded outward like dawn breaking over a world that had forgotten what morning meant.
It washed across the Concordat Amphitheater, and where it passed, subtle changes rippled through existence itself.
Above each section of the amphitheater, reality had already transformed to match the nature of the Living Existences gathered there!
The space above the Paradoxes writhed with uncertainty made visible…storms of possibility that existed and didn't exist simultaneously.
The area over the Temporals flowed backward and forward through time like a river that couldn't decide which way was downstream.
Each section bore its own signature of chaos, its own particular flavor of disorder that had been accepted as natural.
Yet the moment Sigrid's light of Order passed by, everything changed.
