Vibrant.
That was the one word that could describe exactly what was happening right now, as one Mythic True Signature after another emerged within the folds of collapse and nonexistence.
And the fantastical part? They were unaffected by the weavings of collapse and death- standing unaltered, as though they would remain so for all existence.
One was a Mythic True Signature clearly forming Noah's body, sculpted from trillions of golden runes. Another showed a figure entirely crimson, radiating an endless light of Ruin.
Another displayed a dazzling frame- a Wheel of Existence spinning furiously, dozens of massive spokes shooting outward, latching onto multiple Converged Architects.
There were many. And each one was undoubtedly pristine and vivid, as if the identity behind each Mythic True Signature was being carved into reality for all to see.
