Even as he started this process, even as the combined authority of THE Loom began to flow toward the Crack of Observable Existence, something else demanded his attention.
"Huh?"
THE Living Paradox turned to a certain direction, his eyes shining with wonder and incredulity as he felt his weavings of Paradox buzzing. His Claim to Paradox was buzzing as if something else was contesting it, as if another authority was rising that held legitimate connection to the aspect he had usurped.
And he recognized this aura.
It was impossible to mistake!
It was the aura of the one single being he respected the most apart from THE Creature in all of Observable Existence.
It was the aura of his teacher.
THE Primordial Paradox.
The being he had consumed to claim his position among THE Four. The master who had taught him everything he knew about Paradox and contradiction and the nature of impossible things. The entity whose existence he had supposedly ended when he usurped the Claim.
