As Noah bellowed such declarations into his own fundamental Existence, his eyes snapped open wide.
He gazed at Khor, who was watching him with mounting concern.
What she saw made her ancient composure falter as she knew about Ways of Existence a great deal. She knew about their critical singularity!
At this moment...
One of Noah's eyes radiated blue-gold tendrils of light...Primus Mana given visual form, cascading from his pupil like liquid brilliance.
The other pulsed with crimson-obsidian light...Hunger manifesting as darkness that devoured surrounding illumination while somehow remaining visible.
Mana. Hunger.
Two fundamental forces operating through single existence, and somehow not destroying each other in the process.
At this moment, those impossible eyes locked onto Khor as Noah spoke.
And his voice...
Oh!
His voice boomed with unnatural depth and weight, as if it was emanating from a being that far exceeded everyone present.
