Glossikos looked ahead as she saw utmost brilliance, her figure kneeling slightly from the pressure that had been released by THE Undivided One.
Her knees ached against the ancient weavings of THE Agora, and her linguistic authority burned around her form with intensity that bordered on painful as she struggled to maintain coherence against the waves of undifferentiation that had washed over this place. The crimson tide had receded now, pulled back by authority that exceeded anything Bazuman had possessed, but the strain of withstanding it still echoed through her foundations.
