Noah had just finished speaking, his words carrying an undeniable weight!
The yawn had been a nice touch…dismissive enough to be insulting, casual enough to suggest complete confidence.
The Fold Dweller guardians…Thorne, Meridian, and Vex, hovered nearby with unreadable expressions!
And then, cutting through it all like light through shadow, a voice emerged.
"What are you all doing?"
The tone was vibrant. Confident. Almost amused, as if the speaker had stumbled upon children arguing over toys they didn't understand.
"That is clearly a Living Early Creature. Come on now."
...!
The effect was immediate and magiesterial!
Elysia Firmhand's expression transformed from coldness to shocked reverence in the space between heartbeats. The three Quintillion-level guardians actually took a step back, their massive forms deferring to the approaching presence with the automatic respect of soldiers recognizing their superior officer.
