In the shadows of fractures of forgotten folds.
Where the golden brilliance of the Sunfolds did not touch, and the weavings of Existence warped under deliberate secrecy, a triad of power had gathered.
Mist shimmered over countless golden Lattices- tightly bound constructs of concealment that even Originus Venerants would struggle to pierce.
Here, Master Hannibal stood still, his arms behind his back, eyes unreadable.
Two more had joined him moments ago.
One, a being cloaked in radiant cerulean, his body framed with four arms folded in thought, a third eye gleaming with arcane light on his forehead. This was Torus, a Master of Existence from the Mannafolds.
The other, an Atlantian woman whose lower half was a sweeping violet tail, her upper body regal, draped in weavings of folded time. Her name was Modiyana, of the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds!
