The settlement had taken shape through the application of excess toward the production of impressiveness.
Bone-reinforced structures rose across the compound’s interior in tight clusters, the material coming from Galdr Source Beasts whose skeletons carried residual Source energy that the builders had incorporated deliberately, the walls and housing units and storage facilities all carrying the faint ambient warmth of things built from formerly powerful things.
The Superbius quarters were the tallest. The Ira barracks were the widest. The Acedia administrative structures sat between them with the functional sobriety of builders who had been told to make something useful and had done exactly that and nothing more.
Together they formed a settlement that communicated, without any particular subtlety, the hierarchy of the beings occupying it.
Dietrich moved through it quickly.
He and the others floated upward as they neared the perimeter wall, the alarm still sounding through THE Bellum Pulse of THE Scales in its rhythmic report, and the Gilded Ones throughout the settlement had stopped what they were doing. Dozens of them stood looking upward toward the top of the wall.
He followed their gaze.
Two figures stood at the wall’s crest.
The wall’s surface was actively trying to remove them.
THE Bellum Pulse ran through the entire perimeter construction continuously, the defensive mechanism pressing outward against any Source expression that contacted it, and the figures standing on top of it had their lower bodies vibrating with the pressure of the Pulse working against their presence with the full force of every Gilded One in the settlement whose power had been fed into its reinforcement.
They were standing there anyway!
Dietrich recognized his sister first.
Ubergulden Adelheid! Alive, standing, her Galdr Source burning with a density that made him blink because it was considerably more than even he, the development visible in how her foundations pressed against the surrounding air.
The Custos stood beside her.
The Luxuria. The one who should have been dead, whose absence from the thread outside THE Advent Wall had made things clear!
Yet...
He was not dissolved. He was standing on top of THE Bellum Pulse of THE Scales wall with his legs absorbing the Pulse’s continuous pressure without visible effort, the multicolored Infinity around his frame dense and concentrated and entirely unbothered by what the wall was attempting to do to him.
Dietrich floated up.
His eyes found his sister’s.
Then the Custos turned his head, and their eyes met, and the Custos smiled and lifted one hand and waved.
Then his left hand moved to Eon’s waist and pulled her in.
Eon’s expression shifted into something exasperated rather than protesting!
Something hot moved through Dietrich’s chest.
How dare this Luxuria put his hands on his sister like that?! In front of everyone!
Standing on the settlement wall like he owned the approach. He had warned that fucker. He had made himself clear in the Braneworld!
He had communicated the boundaries of acceptable behavior and this Luxuria had apparently filed that communication somewhere he couldn’t locate it.
Dietrich rose toward them.
"Little Thing." His voice came out cold. "I warned you, didn’t I? Come down from there."

"Don’t." Dietrich cut across her without looking at her. "Sister, say nothing. This Luxuria needs to be shown their place."
"She was trying to save her brother from humiliation," he said. "A worthy effort. But some people can’t be saved."
"You only live today because you share blood relations."
BOOM!
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