THE Creature descended, and Noah's eyes narrowed.
Three hours. Less than three hours had passed, and yet this monster was clearly stronger than before!
Noah's mind churned. He himself relied on the Osmontian Tongue, the Tide That Owes Nothing, and a bloodline that fed him boon after boon. Every increase in his power had a grand source behind it. But THE Creature possessed no such things. No Letters. No Distinction. No Genesis Tesseracts to devour.
And yet he had grown this much, in the time it took to draw a few breaths?
He wasn't some hidden protagonist that Existence bent around, right?
He shook his head and set the thought aside. Now was not the time.
