The region of Collapse outside the Infiniverse had become something else entirely.
Noah's body manifested there…another instance of himself, another fragment of his divided consciousness operating independently while maintaining connection to the whole.
In the surroundings…
Molten crimson-blue stretched in every direction.
The mana flames didn't behave like normal fire. They moved with purpose, with memory, as if the violence that created them had been burned into the fabric of space and refused to fade. Crimson-blue waves crashed against nothing, creating light that shouldn't exist.
It had been a day since that battle!
The region still burned.
Noah floated there, his perception drinking in the scope of destruction he'd caused, and his mind turned to darker considerations.
'How heavy will THE Dead Order's response be?'
It had been almost a day since all this occured.
