THE Primordial Paradox frowned at her tone, at the implicit dismissal contained within her words. He sought to rise again, gathering his Civilization of Paradox around him in preparation to force himself upward through whatever pressure held him down.
Eon simply waved her hand.
The pressure vanished, and he was able to stand.
His expression remained heavy as he observed her, still seeing boundless golden swirling misty light flowing into her form from every direction. The Observable force showed no signs of diminishing. If anything, it was accelerating, more rivers converging upon her with each passing moment.
"I really need you to explain now."
His voice emerged somber and demanding.
"Why do you feel even stronger than a Singular Cognizance at THE Second Scale when you should only be at THE First Scale?"
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