Schrodinger observed with the patience of someone who had witnessed the birth and death of paradoxes themselves as one Duke of Living Origins after another emerged from the white-gold portal beside Duke Gwendolyn.
His smile grew with each arrival, and he looked upon their faces individually, studying them with the intensity of someone greeting long-lost friends…if those friends happened to be beings he might destroy with a thought.
His gaze was eerie in its calmness, each glance containing layers of paradoxical power that made reality uncertain about whether it should allow him to exist.
When the last Duke had emerged and they stood arrayed before the encirclement of Paradoxes with their faces heavy, the Paradoxes and Origins looked at each other!
Nobody spoke!
Duke Whisker had a chilly expression as he looked around the encirclement, eventually coming to stop his gaze on the entity that looked like a beggar…Schrodinger.
As if many knew who the seat of power here truly was.
