The golden sands of the Early Veiled Shore stretched endlessly in every direction, each grain containing fragments of compressed existence that pulsed with potential waiting to be harvested.
Noah stood at the center of this impossible sanctuary, his form casting no shadow because shadows implied limitation and his Shore had transcended such concepts!
Around him, his people, those who had chosen to follow his Way or been bound to it through various means…looked towards him with shining eyes!
Through their connections to him, through the clones and echoes that bound his Civilization together, they had observed his confrontation with Prime Dead Early Creatures. They had seen him harvest beings whose complexity exceeded 3 and 4 Quintillion! They had watched as he forced corpses entities of impossible might to kneel before his throne of crimson-gold flames.
It had been a glimpse. Just a glimpse of what the Way of the Mana Architect could accomplish when pushed to its limits.
