Schrodinger stated that he knew where the entrance to a Shelter that could survive The Fallout was!
At such words, Noah's gaze, which had been a calm, almost leisurely thing, sharpened into a point of absolute, tyrannical focus.
The air in the small, world-sized bubble grew heavy, the starlit environment seeming to hold its breath. Beside him, unseen by the two ancient Paradoxes, the crimson-blue holographic figure of RUIN/EDEN materialized, her voice a cool, clinical whisper in his mind.
|Based on my analysis of his existential signature, Master, the subject 'Schrodinger' genuinely believes his words to be true. He is not bluffing or engaging in theatrical misdirection. Whether the information itself is accurate… is a variable that remains unknown.|
Noah looked at Schrodinger, his expression remained a perfect, unreadable mask.
