|THE REMINISCING WIDOW speaks: you know what? I will leave it entirely up to chance.|
The frost held its stillness across the whole of the spring as the golden halos turned!
|You are throwing arguments that you are like Vakochev. Or like someone you cannot even fathom. Someone whose name you have not earned the right to hold in your mouth.|
|Okay.|
|Let us put that to the test.|
She waved her hand!
BOOM!
A blinding singularity bloomed in the frozen air above the spring, and Noah's eyes narrowed against it as the light collapsed inward on itself and left something spinning slowly in the space where it had been!
A ring.
It was gray, and it was small, and it was the least impressive object Noah had ever seen an Immense One produce.
