Through sacrifice. He had simply survived through sacrifice as it was not his power that saved him.
The visage of the Mad Early Creature flashed in his mind's eye…those crimson suns that served as eyes, that tribal figure wrapped in conceptual hides.
If that thing still existed somewhere in the current era, when Noah became strong enough...
He would hunt it. Not for glory or advancement, but for the one who sacrificed!
But for now, he was far too feeble.
The gap between his current power and what would be needed was measured in epochs.
He grasped the Goad tighter, the Rearing Stick of the Early Creature providing a sense of safety that might have been illusory but was necessary nonetheless. The simple stick hummed with recognition of where they were, when they were.
Noah finally looked around properly, his body continuing to draw in the atmospheric authority of the Earliest Folds.
