Alexander himself bore marks of the journey. His chest was laid bare, the fabric of his upper garment having been sacrificed to something that left no remains.
His toned muscles gleamed with perspiration that contained traces of conceptual effort.
Upon his chest, his Enneagram blazed brighter than ever, its nine points connected by lines that seemed to pulse with heartbeat rhythm.
Near the bisected head of an Early Creature that served as this Shore's most prominent landmark, two figures waited. Royal Law Tristesse stood with the patience of someone who had learned that rushing Law only made it contrary. Beside her, Kaedric observed with high expectations!
Tristesse sighed as she watched Alexander's careful handling of Seraphina.
"Were you successful?" The question emerged with weight that suggested entire futures hung on the answer.
Alexander's gaze turned cold as he nodded once.
