The Early Veiled Shore was a continent of impossible, vibrant life- a sanctuary forged in the heart of Existence that was, for the most part, a cold and unforgiving thing.
Noah stood upon the golden sands, a silent, unmoving pillar in the midst of a symphony of glory!
From his very being, from the boundless blue ocean of his Infinite Mana, a thousand delicate, surgical tendrils of pure, liquid energy surged!
At this moment.
His gaze was turned inward.
An appreciative observation of the new, magnificent architecture of his own existence.
He looked at his Early Atlas of the Folds, and then at the grand Resplendent Citadels that now rose on it!
Their features were so grand that they had to be implemented right away!
"The first order of business," his voice was a low, resonant hum that was for him and him alone, "is to lay the foundation."
HUUM!
His will was the command.
