Alexandros put his spear down.
His golden eyes, still void-like with dying stars, regarded THE Weavers with cold assessment. The Chaos surrounding him did not dissipate, but it calmed into something more controlled.
"The Paradoxians. Followers of Paradox."
His voice was measured now, professional rather than wrathful.
"Their philosophy holds that truth is found in contradiction. The highest understanding comes from holding two opposing ideas simultaneously and finding meaning in their tension. They seek truth through the embrace of impossibility."
He gestured toward the archway that shone with light both white and black simultaneously.
"Their gathering place is the Antinomia. Their debates are famous for producing insights that seem to make no sense yet reveal profound truths. Their members are known for being unpredictable, for seeing connections that others miss, for finding victory in apparent defeat."
His eyes narrowed.
