Noah's response came after a moment of deliberate control.
Rather than answering with words or foolish aggression, he waved his hand with calculated precision.
Two objects materialized before him.
The first was a Fragment that pulsed with chaotic energy barely contained within its crystalline structure. Patterns of mayhem and destruction swirled within its depths...THE Fragment of THE Axiom of Mayhem that Eon had lent him.
The second Fragment burned with different authority entirely. Where the first spoke of active destruction, this one whispered of gradual wearing, of persistent erosion, of patient victory through endurance...THE Fragment of THE Axiom of Attrition.
"A Fragment I obtained from THE Living Spirit," Noah said calmly. "It's yours if you make a move against THE Weaver."
...!
THE Secretive Eon observed the offered Fragments with expression unchanged.
Then she yawned.
The gesture was small, delicate, and absolutely devastating in its dismissal.
