The silence of the transitional domain was shattered by the violent expansion of Custos Rani's presence, her Gilded foundations roaring with a manic and bruised pride that turned the cloying, sweet musk of her radiation into a suffocating miasma!
She stood upon the golden floor that Noah had hardened with his sovereignty, her pink robes billowing like wings of tattered silk while the galaxy-filled clusters of her eyes burned with a light that was no longer seductive, but purely fucking predatory.
Her laughter was a jagged thing that grated against the immaculate silence of THE Absolute Forge's influence, sounding like the grinding of broken glass beneath the heel of a titan.
She raised her left hand to her own lips and breathed across her fingertips with a gesture that was both delicate and horrifying, for the air she released was thick with the shimmering threads of...a Cause.
THE Desidero Cause.
