Noah looked at this terrifying woman in front of him with a sense of cold serenity as he thought about her words, wondering if the same existential overwriting he'd seen in Bounded lifeforms applied to the masters themselves.
He'd seen how the Gilded could rewrite the very minds of those they touched, forcing even the most powerful Primordial Architects to revere the Superbius as a fact of nature, and he couldn't help but speculate if this entire civilization was just a massive lattice of engineered obedience where even the strongest were bound by the strings of their caste.
It was a dark, pragmatic thought that most wouldn't dare to entertain while standing before a Sororis Prima, but Noah wasn't most people, and he watched the Maharanis with the detached curiosity of a man looking at a particularly complex and monstrous puppet.
