In THE Interstices.
Noah sat at his desk, his blue-gold pen moving with a rhythmic grace that seemed to hum alongside the fabric of existence. Beside him, Amser Modred stood in a state of quiet contemplation, his purple temporal currents now shimmering with the blue glimmers of his new allegiance.
With a casual wave of his hand, Noah manifested a second throne opposite his desk. It was a massive construct of crystallized authority, reaching nearly the same height as his own throne, though it remained just a fraction shorter…a subtle, physical reminder of the hierarchy that now bound them.
Amser stared at the discrepancy for a long moment, his eyes tracing the blue-gold veins running through the seat before he silently sat down.
