Was the Wheel of Existence still whole, or had it shattered, yet somehow remained capable of expressing its power as a living, Absolute Complex True Source?
Or was Noah missing something critical? Just because its pieces stretched across countless frequencies didn't necessarily mean it had shattered and scattered throughout existence.
These thoughts permeated his consciousness, lingering deep within even as the presence of Ruination flickered in and out beside him.
Ruination.
Her hand pressed against his chest, her fingers carving into him as they began altering something intrinsic, something that felt like a part of existence itself. He could feel her gaze, piercing into him as if she were looking cor something.
He smiled at that. What could this girl possibly hope to find?
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Ruination.
That was her name, and her identity. Even now, she remembered who she was. The treasure of taboo- the weapon that once brought ruin in the hands of the Sages of the Dark Universe.
