The Overseer sat upon the throne of the Central Palace, his posture as still as a mountain.
Within his mind, the Nihilium Omniscience was a vast, swirling ocean of data, reflecting the heartbeats of uncountable lifeforms living in the inner world.
He had already witnessed the ripple of grief and curiosity moving through Thera's spirit long before she ever crossed the threshold of the palace.
He knew that to answer her before she spoke would be a transgression, a violation of the quiet dignity the Old Gods struggled to maintain in this new era.
To reveal that he could peer into the very marrow of their thoughts would turn his sanctuary into a glass cage.
So, he waited. He waited for her to ask the question by herself.
The wait was brief. After finishing her tea with Adam and Beru, Thera had marched toward the palace with a resolve that made the clouds of the city part in her wake.
