In the far reaches of THE Early Veiled Shore, two figures were also burning.
THE Creature stood in his own elevation, the Pure Primordial Essence that had reached him moving through his ancient rebuilt foundations and adding to what was already there, the obsidian flames of his own Primordial Source expression burning brighter as the Arms Race delivered its result to him!
Calypso received hers, the Relictus's vast ancient frame processing the Pure Primordial Essence with the depth of something that had cultivated with this energy across eons and knew what it was receiving.
Both of them looked toward Noah.
The obsidian flames around him were not the same flames burning around them. The density was wrong. The volume was wrong. The way the air around him trembled and sparked and seemed to treat the space immediately adjacent to his position as a different category of space was wrong.
