The Stoa of Dogmata became silent after Noah left.
THE Secretive Eon remained seated with the same serene expression she had worn throughout their entire conversation, as if nothing of significance had occurred, as if she had not just revealed the existence of a threat that could reshape all of Observable Existence.
She began stroking the head of her Disciple affectionately, her fingers running through the twilight-colored hair with tenderness.
The gesture was gentle. Caring. The kind of thing a teacher would do for a student they had nurtured across eons.
A moment later, the Disciple twitched.
Then she started to wake up.
Nyx sat upright with movements that were smooth and unhesitating, her body rising from its prone position with efficiency that lacked the grogginess of normal awakening. Her twilight eyes opened and stared forward with clarity that should not have been possible for someone who had just regained consciousness.
She didn't even spare a glance toward her Master.
