In THE Agora of Primordial Judgment, the air itself had grown heavy with anticipation.
Noah stood beside THE Primordial Paradox, his existence burning with blue-gold Infinities that pressed outward against the corrupted proto-matter flooding through the crack above.
The ancient stones beneath his feet thrummed with vibrations he could feel through his soles, the entire structure of THE Agora responding to the presence that had emerged from THE Prima Indifferentia.
Behind them, the four Strategoi had arranged themselves in positions of readiness for combat!
Glossikos stood with her linguistic authority coiling around her form. Khaotikos shifted between states of matter and energy with increasing instability. Ontikos emanated the calm weight of Existence itself. And Paradoxos displayed both fear and determination across his dual faces!
Before them all stood Bazuman.
