One body of his finished up in the Frequency of Light.
Another body of his remained in the True Frequency of the Singed.
He looked at the necrotizing, shattered piece of a white Wheel of Existence that floated within his constraints and bindings as he surveyed this Frequency.
It no longer had its Origin Singed.
He looked at the many Singed who were gravely injured, as well as the figures of Emelline and Mysara.
They no longer had an Origin Singed to rely on at this moment, and Noah was all they had left.
Did that make him the True Origin Singed?
His gaze sharpened at such a weaving of an idea as he turned and looked toward the direction Bob had been trying so hard to reach.
Toward where the very core weavings of the Wheel of Existence should be!
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As one man gazed over the endless weavings of the Wheel and what could possibly lie at their very center...
Across the endless Weave, where one could cross to enter countless Frequencies or step into the Infinite Ravines.
