In the isolated bubble where Noah, Schrodinger, and Leonore Rureaux were meeting.
POP!
The small, world-sized isolated domain popped like a soap bubble, its blue-gold light scattering into the chaotic void of Collapse.
Noah began to float up, his figure a slow, deliberate ascent into the heart of the storm. His presence immediately came under the gazes of Tatiana and the Prime Dead, who had been waiting with a profound, terrible patience. Their collective authority, a silent, crushing weight, began to buzz with a new, focused power.
From the small garden he had just left, Schrodinger frowned, his usual playful demeanor gone, replaced by a mask of genuine concern.
"What exactly could you be doing, friend?" he shouted, his voice a sharp, cutting blade of disbelief. "I did not take you for someone on a suicide mission…"
…!
Noah ignored the words. He continued his ascent, a silent, tyrannical king rising to meet a challenge.
