Noah watched Sir William Arthur walk back from where Vireth and the other time-travelers had been.
One move. A single draw from an obsidian sheath, one letter of THE Primordial Tongue, and the crescent of liquid THE Primordial Source had done the rest!
Four Fourth Scale Gilded Ones, hundreds of Devonian Paleozoic Scale entities, the full pride expression of an assembled Legion's collective Superbius authority, all of it had received one answer.
He let the full weight of what he'd witnessed settle into his assessment of what Sir William Arthur was!
He turned his eyes to what remained of the Legion.
They weren't dead. He wasn't sure whether that was mercy or something else entirely. The cuts covered every visible surface of every being who had contributed authority to the peacock expression, thousands of precise obsidian marks!
