Drakador_Chaos
The Ambassador looks up for a moment, scratching his chin as he does so. Then, around and off into completely seemingly random directions, pondering with a gaze that clearly didn't look anywhere near, but far into other places, far into his own mind.
"I suppose.
If you wish to leave this place, feel free to.
I wish, though doubt, you will see me again, if you do so."
The Ambassador quickly walked away, before looking back and over his shoulder, studying the Herald. Finally, he took another step, dissapearing seamlessly again.
Naught but a few moments later, the wolfman appeared high above The Embassy, between the Tendril and the large ecumenopolis. He floated idly for a few moments, before motioning with his left hand. Beckoning his call, a large book came to be accompanied by a white luminous flame.
The tome was faced with a smooth and dark material, inlined with white and golden engravings of sorts. It answered the movements of The Ambassador, and moved its large mass, flipping through hundreds of pages before stopping at one. Every page including this seemed to be a collection of shifting ink forming into different geometrical patterns and incomprehensible symbols. He called out to whoever was to hear, even if there weren't any.
"The... new logos is not completed yet.
Others cannot use the brilliance I shall unveil to all yet.
However... I can still use this new language around me, to breach down the ebb and flow amidst the
Wether this congregation turns to violence or not will be of your own making.
Send forth whom which represents you. I shall not indulge in realms of your making."
The presence of The Ambassador was calm yet unnerving. Though no signatures of any known kind of esoteric energy sprawled from his being, floating amidst the void between the planets, he still seemed to loom over in a way incomprehensible to most, if not all present. A sole master of an art of his own making.