In the Transcendent Temporal Folds, beneath the ever-expanding canopy of the Tree of Unity, Noah watched Schrodinger's retreating figure with eyes that processed information on multiple levels simultaneously.
The beggar-paradox moved through the crowd with that particular gait of someone who had just confirmed something important, though what that something might be remained locked behind his perpetual smile.
Beside Noah, Khor shifted slightly, and when she spoke, it wasn't with her voice but directly into his consciousness…a private communication that bypassed sound entirely.
'In the olden times,' her mental voice carried weight that suggested firsthand memory rather than historical knowledge, 'when it had gotten to the point where Early Creatures were unruly and spreading chaos and decimation across the Earliest Folds, THE Living Law had sought a weapon in order to keep them under control.'
Noah's attention sharpened, though his expression remained unchanged.
