Khor!
Khor!!!
Noah repeated it, feeling how the name seemed to resonate with something fundamental in existence itself!
"Khor." He nodded, then offered his own introduction with equal gravity. "I am Osmont. The Weaver of Existence."
Khor listened to this title and laughed.
She laughed with genuine mirth that made the slumbering Inevitabilities stir slightly in their sleep.
"What? Weaver of Existence?" Her amusement was palpable. "You have to be careful giving yourself such grand titles unless your existence can really back it. Many have claimed to weave existence, to shape reality, to transcend limitations. Most became nothing more than forgotten ambitions."
Noah nodded calmly, his lack of fear allowing him to meet her amusement with steady certainty. "I plan to back it."
Khor studied him with those layered eyes, perhaps seeing something that justified the ambitious title.
