Existence is Unfair III

The screams of Paradoxes painted the air in mournful gold.

Moiraine's voice had not faded. Her fury pulsed through the Dyson Singularity like the snapping of old omniverses.

Her bellow rolled again, not as an echo and instead as a wave- untamed, raw, and resounding. The light of her authority flared in jagged arcs across the fractured folds, gilded strands of paradoxical essence trembling as her silhouette hovered above the devastation.

But her figure… was broken.

Where her lower half had once shimmered with elegance, only white-gold flames now danced, licking upward in sorrowful, radiant wisps. She floated half-torn, yet held fast to what remained of him.

Noah.

Cradled in her arms was a body that barely resembled the one that moments ago had spiraled through folds of golden infinity with her.

What remained was little more than a charred chest and his head, the rest…devoured!