The white flames were a silent, terrible scream.
They did not roar or crackle; they burned with a profound, absolute quiet that was more unnerving than any sound!
Aeternitas Glacies, once a magnificent citadel of crystalline beauty, a monument to the serene, ordered power of the Living Elementals, was now a funeral pyre the size of a portion of the Folds.
The flames consumed everything…the shattered ice, the powdered diamond, the very memory of the lives that had been extinguished…and left nothing but a clean, sterile, and unending whiteness.
Prompts buzzed in his mind.
|Master, the post-event analysis of the Quantum Relocation Protocol is complete.|
|The Justiciar's descent was faster and slow. The window for intervention was 1.7 nanoseconds.|
|Results of the emergency evacuation:|
| - Transcendent Wheels of Existence successfully relocated to a secure location in this Fold: 37 out of 37.|
