The Great Beyonder cursed under her breath at the Wheel's calculations.
How were the three of them supposed to withstand the assault of twelve Dead True Sources of Existence?
Each one held its own complex weavings- and in that moment, Veyl'Aethra sighed, his eyes brimming with emotions far too tangled to describe.
He lifted his left hand, subtle and hidden from the sight of the Great Beyonder and Noah, who remained focused on the waves of Dead Things approaching.
His gaze fell upon his pale hand, where a swirling obsidian singularity bloomed in and out of existence. It made his entire limb spasm, flickering in and out of reality like a being that couldn't quite hold its place.
But his True Source pulsed silently.
He clenched his hand, stabilizing it. The Echo Distortion of Existence faded before it could be observed by the others.
He understood, at least in part, why the Wheel had merged the Gateway Domus together.
But he… couldn't bring himself to speak of it. Not yet.
