Noah's crimson eyes, burning with Infinite Hunger at Absolute Depth, watched the collision between THE Primordial Chaos and THE Secretive Eon with perception that missed nothing.
Time seemed to stretch as the hammer of endings met the palms of unity, as impossibility confronted inevitability, as two fundamental forces clashed in ways that Observable Existence had never witnessed.
THE Secretive Eon carried a terrifying force of Unity within her Civilization.
It did not seem singular in nature. It did not feel like the authority of one being, no matter how powerful that being might be. It seemed unfathomably unified, countless Civilizations merged into something that exceeded the sum of its parts. The four Strategoi supporting her body were akin to massive pillars that did not only support her physical form but were passing through unfathomable waves of authority unto her.
Glossikos channeled the linguistic foundations of THE Agora itself.
