Re: Part 68a - Princes of the Universe
Cyan shrugs. "For the moment, it matters not - whether this be distraction or reality, they have chosen the perfect place to set their finger. We cannot ignore the assault upon Amber."
She bites her lip. "I agree with Amabael, from what I have seen of Harbonah. Single-minded, he would not pass up any opportunity to seize his goal. I question, however, if I am needed here. If this is naught but a conventional assault, does Amber seriously require our full attention? If the Archons are not...are not..." She trails off, frowning, as Berd shunts further information her way.
Then she speaks, low and rapid, and tiny sparks glitter in her sapphire eyes. "We have contacted the nephillim - they show interest in our plan, but also have their own strategems in place, as we speak. The Seraphim continue to scatter across Myriad Worlds, but with every passing moment more of them turn back upon their own paths, re-tracing their movements. They...."
She blinks, shakes her head. The light fades from her eyes. "Perhaps you should show them," Cyan mutters.
Berd grumbles something indistinct, then breathes.
The glittering cloud expands into dark disk, within which floats an ellipse of shining points of light - so many they are at first a plane, then a sparkle as the view closes, then, when they fill the image a flow may barely be made out. "The Myriad Worlds," Cyan states. An ugly series of dark lines begins, slowly linking a region between both poles of infinity, like a chasm across the lights with cracks leading away from it. "The breaks...more numerous now, but according to Berd, 'within parameters of growth'. The Archons have not been focusing upon them to excess, but..."
Now thin, tiny lines begin to appear upon the image. "Seraphim movement." They form a random pattern across the Myriad Worlds, Berd zooming in to demonstrate their exact movements, then zooming out again. Then some of their motion ceases before the colour of the line changes from the tip, beginning to flow back along itself.
"Those lines - the Archons have begun to retrace their steps."
More and more lines begin the tip-backward colour change.
"They're hunting." Cyan squints. "They're narrowing something down, each of them...sensing it? Passing what they seek, then realizing they've gone past it, and doubling back? Like a cosmic game of Hot-and-Cold?" Berd snorts again. "Or yes, like using the bisection method of linear convergence, thankyouverymuch," Cyan snaps, exasperated.
She closes her eyes. "...Broken God," Cyan whispers. "Are they still seeking that?"
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