As Noah and Tor flew across The Infinite Unfurling, the landscape shifted dramatically around them.
They entered into a unique region where massive crystalline mountains rose like titans frozen in time, each one surrounded by rotating clusters of nascent Folds that spun in orbital patterns. The Folds themselves looked incomplete, as if reality was still deciding what they should become.
The landscape was filled with storms of pure existence that defied conventional understanding. When Noah looked toward certain regions with careful observation, he saw terrifying natural phenomena that made his mind recoil. Torrents of raw authority that could shred across his 63 Septillions in Complexity and Purity as easily as wind through paper.
