Duke Whisker began to float through the construction zone, his tiny form somehow maintaining dignity despite having to look up at almost everything.
Noah followed, his perception taking in details that others might miss…the way Living Concepts didn't build but convinced space that it had always been built, the subtle hierarchies revealed in how different groups positioned themselves, the careful dance of power and pride playing out through architectural choices.
"That is Duke Vicialis there," Duke Whisker indicated with a subtle gesture toward a gathering of Living Elementals. "He's instructing his throne be forged from flames that burn backward through time. For some, mere fire isn't sufficiently impressive anymore."
Noah observed the Duke in question…a being whose form seemed to be combustion having an identity crisis.
"And there," Duke Whisker continued, directing attention to another section, "Duke Voss of the Living Dimensionals…"
