Bob stood there, silent, massive, and absolutely shaken.
How?
How could he be here?
Noah Osmont, someone who, just days ago, hadn't even stepped into the arena of True Sources, now sat calmly at the entrance of the Middle Wheel Platform of a place that could not be sought.
As if he had been waiting.
As if he had known.
Bob's mind buzzed, his massive form twitching almost imperceptibly as thoughts collided, unraveled, and stitched themselves back together as he tried to make sense of it all.
Why was Noah here?
Why now?
And why was he sitting exactly where he needed to be, where they would land, as if he had anticipated it all?
As Bob struggled for coherence, the titan of a being beside him moved.
Thauron.
The Null Monarch.
The being who had guided Bob's ascent with a patience and mystery that even now felt unfathomable.
Thauron stepped forward.
Each step echoed, not just on the ground, but through the folds themselves.
