And then…
A vast shadow rolled overhead as I continued moving busily across Votharion Mountain.
A whale.
Blue, immense, and ancient.
Its Null Form was massive, layered in swirling paradox, its complexity a lattice of oceanic depth.
| NAME: Primarch Vael'Zhyr | TRUE SOURCE: Tides | CQ: 255,000 (400,000) SU | PQ: 255,000 (400,000) SU |….
It moved slowly, its voice a thunderous hum that echoed across the Folds even without words.
When one looked at the Middle Wheel Platform as a whole, there truly were a great deal of powerful beings here.
As it drifted near, curiously, cautiously, its massive bulk angled toward me, the vortex of its presence brushing past the Votharion Mountain.
Its voice came.
Ancient. Slow.
Measured.
"You moved with that monstrosity," it rumbled, not accusatory, not demanding, merely observant. "The one with the 1,000-Inch Null Form. What do you know of him? Who he might be?"
I glanced up, calm.
Tyrannical.
Unmoved.
