Existence is Unfair IV

Moiraine didn't move.

Not when the golden seas of Paradoxical Authority began to around her.

Not when every single Living Paradox present began to shift in demeanor.

Not even when the thousand protectors that once encircled them with Authority pulsing…suddenly quieted and turned still, their complex weavings flickering with unspoken weavings as their eyes… turned to Noah.

She only stood there, half-broken, half-blazing, holding what little remained of him.

Her arms tightened.

Her flames trembled.

"You all do not understand. Someone as old as you should easily see the bigger picture!"

…!

The rising golden sea churned gently now, but beneath its placid surface was a current of so deep it made her insides burn.

The cause?

One woman.

One voice.

Honored Diviticus stood tall amid a storm of reverence and tension, the lick of her white paradoxical flames casting light on all who beheld her.