His Provenance Realm had changed again, as it always did when he did.
Above the blue-gold hills, where there had once been a single unmoving star, there now hung a field of them. Radiant sun-singularities, one for every Provenance Essence he carried, burning steady in a sky that had no weather and asked for none. Anyone counting them would have arrived at the same number he did.
Eighty-nine!
Of course, that number had been eighty-six not so long ago. Standing in front of an architect and surviving the standing had apparently been worth three.
VERITAS: 89|
|PROVENANCE: 89|
|POTENTIA: INFINITE|
|PONDUS: 88|
Ninety was close now!
Noah sat on the bank of the river of light where it ran fastest, in the shape his Provenance had settled into. Bare feet in the star-pooled shallows. Pure dark hair. Skin without a single mark on it, which was somewhat funny given the amount of it that had been removed recently.
