[The Throne of Origin — Outside of Time]
It was not a place.
It was the point where the concept of place had begun — before the first atom occupied the first space, before anything existed that could be called void because void requires something to surround it. Here there were no walls, no floor, no sky. Only the presence of those who existed before any of those things had names.
Six figures.
And before them, suspended in the air like open windows into the world they had built, dozens of projections of pure energy — each showing a different fragment of what was happening below.
A bearer in a northern forest.
A bearer with an ancient book open on a table.
An inquisitor staring at the ceiling of a cell.
A girl with a nine‑tailed fox asleep in her lap.
And at the center — the largest, occupying the space among all the others as if they were marginal notes to a main text — Alex Carter. Standing at the entrance of a base. Three lights on his chest. Crimson. Violet. Gold.
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