Noah's attention sharpened to a fine point.
"Entire wars have been waged against us by these beings."
Her voice held the weight of recorded history.
"We call them THE Relictus. The Remnants. We named them that because we do not know what they are, only that they remain from some prior era we cannot fully see, holding power that should not exist alongside the rest of us. They are titanic. They are ancient. They wield THE Primordial Source the way you wield a sword, with the casual fluency of a being who has held the weapon for so long that the weapon has become an extension of their body. And they are utterly committed to one purpose. Preventing any advancement toward THE Primordial Source by anyone other than themselves."
Her hands moved as she spoke, though no illusions formed this time.
