Far from the massive silver-white gateway that just opened.
In a region of existence hard to know or perceive.
Gold and obsidian radiance of Civilizational Authority of Paradox covered a box.
It could adequately be called Schrodinger's Box.. existing in multiple states simultaneously.
Inside it, three bodies of Schrodinger lay in what appeared to be deep sleep.
At this moment, the Living Paradoxical body opened its eyes with immense effort.
The action seemed to require tremendous power just to accomplish such simple movement.
Those eyes revealed an extremely ancient will flowing through them, consciousness far older than the body suggested.
He seemed incapable of moving even a single muscle beyond opening his eyes.
And yet a smile formed on his lips.
His eyes curved with devilish glare mixing amusement and malicious satisfaction.
