Noah knew that Observable Existence was getting more and more dangerous.
Today a terrifying Primordial Architect named Horus had made themselves abundantly apparent, their crimson eyes opening across gigaparsecs of space, their brand seeking to claim all who fell beneath their gaze. But others were not as showy. It was certain that as of right now, an unknown number of Formless Terrors, Undivided Ones, and Primordial Architects were running around freely across Observable Existence.
They could be in these very Wastes. They could be in Primordial Realms or in the Wandering Territories or in any of the myriad transformed Folds. The corruption of THE Living Paradox had opened doors that had been sealed since THE First Cause, had awakened things that had slumbered since before THE Infinite Unfurling gave shape to what now existed.
Coming across one, if one wasn't powerful enough, would be catastrophic.
Because what happened the next time that THE Creature didn't appear?
