Her Complexity and Purity was jumping upward by multiple Quintillions with each passing moment!
And in this weighty silence, it was THE Dead Order who finally broke the stillness.
"The Resurgence of my Order..." Her gaze fixed on Sigrid with intensity.
"And I assume you are Osmont?" Her attention shifted to Noah. "You two are genuinely joined at the hip, it seems. How delightfully... intimate."
Her tone held no mockery despite the observation.
"You stand before the presence of Order itself. The Seer of Truth. The Arbiter of Structure. The First Foundation. The Architect of Systematic Perfection." She paused deliberately.
"Though... you seem to be lapping up and siphoning modest portions of myself at this very moment through mechanisms I cannot immediately interrupt. Do you think you could stop that voluntary theft?"
...!
Could she stop that.
At such a pointed question delivered with remarkable calm given circumstances, Sigrid remained initially silent.
