Serathis paused in her work. She had been eating in a region of the Tower's strata, deep in the meat of the structure, where the Painter's presence was felt only as a distant pressure. The trembling was new. The trembling meant that the Painter's attention was no longer entirely on the board.
Eos had divided its attention across the Origin Tree, the Eternal Tower, and the substrate on which everything rested. The Painter was ridiculously powerful, and the only way to win would be to tear its mind into parts and make it fight on a field it was familiar with.
"Good," Serathis thought. "Keep your eyes on the Tree. I will be here when you look down."
She resumed eating.
Ⓟ
In the time-layers of the Eternal Tower's past, Chronomancer Prime unwound another foundational decision.
