The proclamation hung in the air like a bell that had been struck in dimensions that shouldn't exist.
Noah's eyes blazed with brilliant approval and surprise. This choice…this magnificent, dangerous, perfect choice, showed understanding and risk that exceeded even his expectations!
The Inevitabilities responded instantly. Their masses of tentacles, which had been content to simply exist nearby, suddenly swept toward Sigrid with purpose that transcended hunger.
The tentacles passed through her body as if she were made of light, or they were made of shadow, or both were made of something else entirely. But what they pulled from her was visible to all…a murky purple-crimson mass that writhed and twisted, fighting even as it was extracted.
Disorder. Chaos. Entropy. Call it what you want!
She gave Everything of her Disorder, and the Inevitabilities consumed it with satisfaction that made reality itself sigh with relief.
