The Way of Existence of Malphas was a simple, elegant thing, a philosophy forged in the crucible of collapse and rebirth.
It was not a complex weaving of shifting ideals or a grand, abstract search for meaning. For him, his existence had a singular, unyielding purpose: to serve.
And to serve, one needed to see everything.
At this moment, his eyes were seeing a great deal!
From his vantage point in the chaotic yet vibrant Emotive Folds, a part of his consciousness gazed out across the impossible distances to the Transcendent Origin Folds.
He saw the glorious, beautiful auroras of white and gold, the signature of Origin authority, permeating across the wounded reality.
In the far, far distance, like a mirage of a dream that was too grand to be real, he saw it: a glimpse of the Heart of Origin.
It was an empire of beginnings, a citadel of genesis so vast that the corner of it he could perceive was easily twice the size of the decimated Aeternitas Concordia.
