Noah's consciousness flickered as Temporal Traversal seized him, pulling him forward through rivers of time that flowed in directions that had no names.
His eyes were closed, but he could see regardless, perceiving the multicolored brilliance of temporal streams.
Reality itself became visible as layers of possibilities and actualities interweaving, paths taken and abandoned existing simultaneously in quantum superposition.
His Resplendent Citadels blazed within his existence like beacons, acting as guides that ensured he returned to the correct temporal coordinate rather than ending up scattered across multiple time periods.
The entire Early Atlas of the Folds pulsed within him, that impossible map that shouldn't exist but did anyway through sheer audacity of will and Mana that refused to acknowledge limitation!
The Early Atlas that made this ridiculous capability possible!
He was crossing eons in moments, traveling from the Earliest Folds back to his current era.
