And at this moment, curiously enough, he was tweaking with an opened Loomwrought Shroud. The artificial lifeform lay spread on his table with its white wrappings parted and its inner weavings exposed, threads of refined Loom glowing softly around a dim core, and his long fingers worked inside it with total delicacy. When Yrsa and Noah arrived, he set his instruments down, turned around, and wiped his hands on a cloth.
Then he looked at Noah with shining eyes!
Noah looked back, and his own eyes flashed.
|Descendant Mahishasura|:: VERITAS: ????? PROVENANCE: ????? POTENTIA: ????? PONDUS: ????? A Descendant of ?????. His purpose here is ?????. ?????
Rows of veiled unknowns, where nearly every other being had opened to him. Apart from the name, and the fact of what he was, very little was visible at all. Compared even to Yrsa, whose panel had at least given him her numbers, this being was a closed book with a title on its spine!
