Away from Aethelgard.
In the Early Laboratories.
The Omega Lab was a cathedral of glorious silent creation!
In its heart, amidst a forest of crystalline glass and white metal, a being of impossible, terrible power stood in quiet contemplation.
This was Dr. Flamel. He was an Elderborn, an Early Creature of such profound antiquity that his very presence was a law of nature.
His power, a calm, contained ocean of three thousand Quadrillion in Complexity, was cloaked in the simple, unassuming guise of a white laboratory coat.
He was a scientist, an architect, a Creature in the clothes of a scholar!
Surrounding him, arranged in perfect, silent rows, were his creations. Hundreds of them.
Living Existential Armors, Justiciars, their pristine white forms gleaming under the soft, ambient light of the laboratory.
They were a legion of silent, sleeping weapons, each one a testament to his genius, each one a weapon of unimaginable destructive potential!
