We stood.
The three of us.
Myself, Romulus, and Velmior Thal-Veyr.
The Dead Wheel, fractured and groaning beneath our weight, offered no protest. It understood.
Even silence understood when monsters stood in argument.
The Dead Prime Frequency of the End…I had not been looking at it, but it had unraveled to such a terrifying extent that it was now hard to recognize.
My Lattices shimmered behind me in full bloom. My ten Resistances sang together, harmonized truths cutting through the dying air.
Romulus shifted beside me. He was quiet. Not out of hesitance.
But due to power.
The Witness, or his record let's say, stood still behind us. Watching.
Velmior's Temporal Lattices spun like solemn Omniverses around him. Vast. Heavy. Authoritative.
But uncertain.
And that, more than anything else, deserved to be addressed.
So I did.
My voice broke across the weavings of death all around.
"If you have any threats to throw," I said coolly, "now is the time."
