In the Infiniverse Crucible, silence folded in layers over Noah as his eyes narrowed into thin slits of intent.
Within him, thousands upon thousands of golden lattices surged forward like celestial filaments unraveled by existence itself, each etched with the impossible majesty of the True Source of the Protagonist.
They did not rush. They drifted with regal inevitability, they left his being like strands of golden breath, threading through the sprawling Infiniverse Wheel of Existence with no destination and every destination.
Every destination.
Everything!
Wherever they passed, the air itself seemed to lean in reverence, Authority kneeling to its terrifying external influence.
The most terrifying thing about the True Source of the Protagonist…was its unfathomable external influence as it sought to make Noah the center of unknown entanglements!
