THE Braneworld Observable Existence demanded attention from every direction simultaneously.
Apart from the radiant golden rivers of Observable Force permeating the atmosphere in concentrations that made breathing feel like cultivation, Achilles could see a distant citadel stretching for light years in every direction he looked. Golden towers rose to heights that defied conventional architecture, their peaks disappearing into golden clouds that parted and reformed around them with the patience of something that had been doing exactly this for eons. Crystalline buildings connected the towers in configurations that seemed to emanate the glory of different Causes of Existence, each structure radiating authority that felt older and more fundamental than anything he had previously encountered.
The Causes emanating from those buildings felt grander than the Miniature Causes he had come across.
