Ozymandias stood still in the silence, the obsidian sheen of his form drinking in the lightless ruins of the dead Wheel of Existence.
The tentacled wings behind his back stirred slowly, unfurling with a pulse like that of a collapsing Omniverse. The pulsing stone in his hand beat once more, its rhythm mirroring the weighty air between him and the Foldless One.
Then he spoke, his voice quiet, clear, and absolute.
"What I seek... is an endless path of advancement and existence."
His tone did not rise. There was no plea, no declaration. Only statement. And in the echo of that statement, the stillness around them deepened.
He showed that even before this terrifying being who was filled with question marks all around…he was not fearful!
Oryzarakh gazed down, the halos behind him spinning with unreadable speed. The silence of the Foldless One was more potent than a thousand roars, and when he finally responded, his words fell like the tolling of Existence itself.
