What brings you all to our home?
He asked it plainly- at a moment soaked in tension, when most would've struggled to breathe, let alone speak.
But Noah, even with the storm of destruction and chaos looming over them all, stood there- fearless and unshaken, as if making small talk over the weavings of existence
Far ahead, just beyond a row of fourteen Dead Things, Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw, turned his attention from the ashen horizon and grinned. Edge to edge. That smile deepened as he looked between Noah and the holder of the True Source of Asche.
And then, he spoke.
"If you were any other Harmonized Sourcebound Icon, I might've glanced at that Resplendent Monad standing beside you and asked why he let something so fragile speak for him. But since you are directly responsible for our arrival here... I'll indulge your disrespectful little question. It was you."
…!
It was him?
Noah blinked, disbelieving.
What the fuck did he mean it was him?
