In Ryaenara's Dimension of Existence, THE Mirthful Antiquity floated in the dark between her temples and watched her prize grow.
Noah sat inside one of the ancient shrines below, seated in stillness, and she drifted above the still stellar lakes with her perpetual smile in place and a great many calculations running behind it. She was jubilant, and the jubilance had many things under it. As the minutes passed, the silent immensity coming off the being with boundless potential kept increasing, and not in the small increments any framework would predict.
These were jumps. Leaps of power that should have cost years each, landing minute after minute, stacked one on the next as though time had agreed to bill him differently.
How ridiculous was that? How unbelievable?
