Farther away, draped in a halo of fraying timelines, stood cluster of beings.
A lone Primarch, save for the single other Primarch at his side.
Their Null Forms shimmered faintly with the geometry of severed threads- timelines clipped and archived.
They bore the mark of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds.
Keepers of time.
Recorders of causality.
Masters of impossible consequence.
The leader- a towering being of stern countenance, did not speak immediately.
He gazed not only at Noah.
But at another.
Farther off.
Thauron.
The Null Monarch.
The silent Entity who watched from his perch, half-lidded, smiling faintly.
The Chronosect Primarch's voice was low, reverent.
"I remember records," he said, "of a 1,000-Inch Null Form Monarch."
The air around him quivered.
"That being was said to have survived the Foldless Judgment…."
He turned his heavy gaze back to Noah.
"And if that entity is entangled with this Stranger…"
The words did not need to be spoken.
