The golden bubble hung suspended in the void like a captured sun, its surface rippling with currents of Living Origin Authority that bent reality around its edges.
Within its confines, Duke Gwendolyn's sigh carried the weight of eons as her gaze swept across the assembled beings who would determine Sigrid's fate.
"These are the Existences that will be traveling with you," she said.
"Altheon, Thessaly, Titano, and..."
Her eyes drifted to Noah, and in that moment, something shifted in her expression.
The stellar darkness within her gaze deepened, wheels within wheels turning as she studied him with an intensity.
She was a Duke. One of the eighty-one who sat at the pinnacle of Living Origin hierarchy.
Throughout her impossibly long life, she had catalogued and categorized every form of power, every variation of authority that dared to manifest across the infinite Folds.
