In the Early Veiled Shore.
Noah…wouldn't describe himself as a person who could be smitten. He had many beautiful existences around him…beings he cared for deeply, loved in ways that transcended simple emotion.
But smitten suggested something uncontrolled, overwhelming. As he looked at Sigrid standing near the entrance to the archaic mine, he wouldn't say he was smitten.
Marveling, however…that word fit perfectly.
He was marveling at this creature purely because of the fact that her progression…was ridiculous!
She radiated the terrifying aura of an Honored Living Existence, but even that classification seemed inadequate for what she was becoming.
The white light of Order that emanated from her organized everything it touched, making the chaotic patterns in the mine's entrance stones arrange themselves into perfect harmony.
