Alexander's face remained calm as he looked ahead, his expression betraying nothing of whatever thoughts might be churning beneath his composed exterior.
Yet before he could respond, Tristesse's voice cut through the moment with dangerous precision.
"What?" she said, her tone still maintaining that brilliant, terrifying sweetness. "His friend? Someone from the same Nullvein Gravewake Folds as him?"
Her smile grew sharper, taking on edges that could have cut through dimensions.
"Because nobody can get in or out of those Folds…we have locked them down and we've been searching through them and finding nothing. So who exactly... could this possibly be?"
…!
They observed in growing amazement as Noah, seemingly oblivious to the attention he was drawing, calmly and regally waved his hand.
Reality responded to his gesture with eager compliance, causing a tyrannical purple throne to materialize from crystallized authority and ambient power.
