This was his Civilization!
This was what he could accomplish when given tools and time and collaboration with entities who understood his vision.
If he had enough time, he did not doubt being able to produce entities with Quintillions of power in size. He could forge complex structure of beings who walked on a glorious Way of Existence, who stood together not through domination but through genuine advancement.
This would be the prime solution for The Fallout. Him attaining THE distinction by elevating his power and his Way, forming Civilization that could not be wiped out even by THE Loom itself!
He simply needed time.
After Titano, there would be others.
Noah's eyes flashed as he looked toward thr others he'd already identified.
As he contemplated these possibilities…
HUUM!
He felt tremor across the Early Veiled Shore.
Not danger. Not threat. But recognition…of completion, of achievement, of something significant reaching fruition.
