As Noah followed the porcession of Vulcan, his gaze occasionally drifted to the other sections of Aethelgard.
In the distance, he could see other beings of Vulcan's caliber…entities whose power ranged from two thousand to five thousand Quadrillion in Complexity and Purity.
Each of them was a sun in their own right, and around each, dozens of other powerful Early Creatures and even a few Living Existences orbited like loyal planets.
It was as if all those here had already chosen their allegiance, their place in the grand legions of this impossible civilization.
They walked towards the grand, gilded walls of Aethelgard, a barrier so vast it seemed to hold back the very chaos of the primordial Fold.
As they moved, Noah turned his head in one direction.
Commander Kael, his fiery hair a stark, vibrant splash of color against the monochromatic stone, was escorting a furious Elara, his grip on her arm a gentle, yet absolute, band of authority.
