Noah's eyes flickered with recognition that he carefully concealed behind the mask of THE Tongue Whisperer.
The dryad stood before him, her form composed of living wood and linguistic energy intertwined in ways that spoke of deep connection to both nature and language. Leaves that whispered Phonemes adorned her head like hair. Her eyes held the depth of ancient forests given the capacity for speech.
Glossikos.
One of the four Absolutes in the future within THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.
And yet right now, she seemed to only be at Fundamental Depth.
She looked toward Noah and THE Primordial Paradox with awe and caution in equal measure, her wooden features shifting as she processed the presence of beings whose authority far exceeded what should have been possible for mere Polemarchs.
What a wonder existence was!
