The golden island streaked across the storming dark, and upon it, Anaximander had gone quiet for a long moment.
Noah had just finished telling him more about the fate of their Observable Existence, the door they had all come from…gone. Taken into the hands of THE Sealed One.
The scholar exhaled slow. He shook his head, and then, being Anaximander, curiosity reasserted itself.
"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I am glad you were able to save many. And I haven't heard much about THE Sealed One in my travels. But I have heard extensively about two others, and if we are to speak of things worth fearing across Dimensions, these two came up at every campfire, in every society, in every tongue. THE Dimensional Eater. And Vakochev."
Noah's brows rose.
