Samael's fingers gestured in the air, pale light carving geometric patterns between them as she paced in front of the gathered council, eyes half-lidded, mouth curling with the barest hint of amusement.
Her voice, calm as always, carried across the chamber with effortless clarity, laced with quiet thrill.
"Before we dive into the subject of the Paradox War," she began, "we must first align on the definition of what a paradox is."
She raised her hand toward one of the Limbo Tier Constructs, which promptly projected a symbol into the air—a circle folded into a triangle that twisted into itself in ways geometry should not permit.
"A paradox," Samael continued, "is a circumstance in which logical contradiction negates a definitive resolution. In simpler terms: something that cannot be true without simultaneously being false. Something that both happened and didn't. Something whose outcome invalidates its own cause."
She paused for a moment, letting her gaze glide over the council.
