Noah stood far from the vast golden tree, its thousand-mile height casting trembling shadows across the sealed domain.
The tale that Sigrid whispered had just ended.
But in his mind buzzed.
His eyes never left the writhing, winged mass above.
[Orange Tier Imitation Mutated Inevitability]
Its name burned through reality like a warning etched.
Noah's brows furrowed.
He thought of the words of the Living Concept.
That even if Mana coursed through one endlessly… there would still be a cost.
"So…"
He whispered inwardly.
"…what cost am I paying?"
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Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
Weavings of endless collapse, paradox and silent screams.
In a small, insignificant corner, something else stirred.
A step echoed across the lightless terrain.
Thauron the Null Monarch, clad in robes of woven nullity, moved with deliberate slowness.
Behind him, Bob followed- his pulsing weavings merging with the groans of the shattered folds beneath their feet.
"What can we do, Thauron?"
