After such a phenomenal change, Noah took a moment to reflect on the terrifying distinction he had received.
He also looked at Sigrid, studying her transformed state with perception that could now see deeper than before.
The more he observed, the more he noticed something concerning…her eyes were getting brighter and brighter, the silver-white light within them intensifying with each passing second. The illumination didn't seem entirely... hers.
"Sigrid."
He called out calmly, his voice cutting through whatever was building within her. The foreign white light of majesty in her eyes dimmed somewhat, like a tide pulling back from shore.
She blinked, focusing on him with what seemed like tremendous effort, as if anchoring herself to his presence.
"Do not worry," she said, though her smile carried edges of something vast trying to express itself through limited form. "I am still... me. But I am receiving an inflow of... information. Of possibilities. Of Order."
