Green turned to crimson.
Vast stretches of sea adopted that crimson allure of brilliance as the hum of a silent, glowing Wheel stretched out across existence.
Everything looked altered- and yet, somehow, not. Inside the Witness, Noah felt it all.
He felt the Breaking of the Wheel with his very existence as his mind surged with static and wonder, the scene replaying over his existence again and again as it was both horrific and beautiful at the same time.
A failed transformation.
But a transformation into what?
And if it failed, how many times had this happened before? Because in this moment, there wasn't just a crimson Wheel of Existence… but a white-gold one.
So just how many Breakings had there been?
How many failures?
And where had all the powerful Resplendent Monads and Converged Architects gone? Where had those beneath them in power gone?
