An old man with white hair and a white robe, with a golden blindfold on his face.
Noah looked at such a being as they floated serenely in a sea of white-gold brilliance.
Everything around seemed filled with waves of radiant purity, and this being himself seemed to account for more than half of all that purity.
It was an existence that stood in an area which contained the core weavings of the very Wheel of Existence.
So what exactly could such a being represent?
Noah was not a fan of riddles as he and the Infiniverse Megalos Body moved closer across the vast white-gold sea while Noah's voice echoed out.
"An old man with a blindfold where the very core of the weavings of the Wheel is… who might Sir be?"
His tone was that of calm, regal dignity blooming as he asked such a question.
And opposite them, the old man did not raise his gaze or look toward them, as if he were truly blind.
