The voice of Anaximander echoed through his mind as Noah turned silent.
He was moving with THE Creature within THE Wyld right now. Among all those who had reached out to offer assistance, THE Creature was notably not among them.
Noah knew the being's philosophy. Adversity only made one stronger. Pain was the forge that shaped greatness. THE Creature wouldn't volunteer himself because doing so would undermine the very principles he had built his existence around. He believed Noah needed to face this challenge.
But Noah also knew that if he asked, this being who had burned away his own Primordial Architect classification would come.
But did he truly need to do so?
This was not THE Fable of THE Creature. This wasn't someone else's story where Noah played a supporting role, benefiting from another's power while his own remained stagnant.
This was his life. His weavings. His story.
And he would do everything he could to depend on himself and the weavings of his existence.
