THE Secretive Eon simply stated how he wasn't the only one to have killed an Absolute.
Noah reevaluated her again.
He wanted to ask who she collapsed but…he left it alone as her words did catch his interest.
The vacuum where THE Weavers had died, where an incandescent beam of pure Depth had smashed into him, had continued to increase in Immensity. The hemorrhaging authority of a collapsed Absolute was still flowing, still seeking its rightful destination.
And just as she said it was about time...
Something began to form within that vacuum in THE Palaestra!
He looked at Eon calmly.
She smiled back at him, her gaze stretching out across the Stoa of Dogmata as if she could perceive everything occurring in that distant Arena.
"I counted you out and thought you were not ready."
Her voice came measured and wise, holding the weight of someone who had learned to accept when they were wrong.
"Killing an Absolute is a sign as any on whether you are ready or not."
