And then, before Noah's very eyes, Schrodinger began to dissipate.
His form dissolved into the very fabric of the surrounding space, as if he were a paradox resolving itself into nothingness. He was gone!
Or at least, he was gone from the gazes of most others.
Schrodinger, now in a state that was neither here nor there, a superposition of presence and absence, kept his eyes on Noah.
He took a single, conceptual step, and appeared countless light-years away, near the distant musings of the where thr location of the Heart of Origin from which the Origin turtle had been summoned!
He was confident that no other being in this Fold could perceive him now. He turned back, his gaze piercing through the chaos, to check if Noah's gaze had moved, to see if the young tyrant had been fooled.
He saw the colossal figure of Noah still looking at the exact position where he had just disappeared from, as if tracking a ghost that no one else could see.
