The command was a thunderclap in the serene, intellectual quiet of the Laboratories.
It was a voice that did not ask, but simply was, a fundamental law of this strange, sterile place!
The nine Early Creatures, beings of such immense power that they could have unmade Folds with a thought, did not flinch. They simply… obeyed.
Cepheus, the four-hundred-quadrillion-complexity giant whose gaze had been the most intense, turned his ancient, starlit eyes to Noah.
He beckoned, a simple, almost casual gesture. "We were not expecting another Assistant to be sent over so soon," he said, his voice the low, rumbling sound of distant Wheels colliding.
"Where did THE Living Concept find you in such short notice? I thought another Elderborn would not be found so quickly."
BOOM!
THE Living Concept!
Elderborn!
Terrifying words echoed out as Noah's mind buzzed, with his entrance this time around actually being into an environment where the Weavings of THE Living Concept were taking place!
