Noah turned his gaze calmly to Moiraine.
"Get ready for more."
...!
Next, he let 20% of the scent of his existence as an Early Creature seep into the Dyson Singularity.
HUUM!
The very plasma of paradox around them trembled, golden tendrils writhing in silent hunger.
Moiraine straightened, white gold Paradox flaring out around her like a protective shield as her gaze sharpened. The regal stillness she always carried was there, but her voice had shifted.
"This... This is heavier. Almost irresistible."
Noah studied her reaction, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Even your control is faltering?"
She didn't answer. He continued.
With a flick of his fingers, he released 50%.
BOOM!
Moiraine instantly shifted back, her wings flaring wide. Her breaths came sharp and deep. The glow of her body dimmed and reignited as she grit her teeth, her eyes burning with a heavy Paradoxical light!
