On the ledge, Fury let out a low whistle. "Well, well. What have we here? Something new under the suns. I didn't see that coming."
Vraegar was silent. The shock he was experiencing was apparent from his scales, which were shivering and emitting hissing noises. His massive head tilted. "Impossible. The Primordial spheres are fixed. They are the foundation. They cannot be added to."
"Looks like she didn't get the memo," Fury said, his eyes alight with fascination. "Imagination. Hah! No wonder she's new. It's the one force that can truly make something from nothing. The others just rearrange the pieces. She… invents new pieces."
Ghribba the Silver Queen shook her head; her eyes were wild, and the madness that had been carefully veiled had been fully revealed.
"No, this is an abomination. A paradox. The foundational forces are fixed. They are the axioms of existence. You cannot simply… invent a new one."
