The golden light of advancement continued to cascade across Noah's newly transformed Blooming Shore, each wave of enhancement settling into the expanded realm.
Yet even as he stood at the epicenter of this profound transformation, even as the very fabric of his domain reshaped itself according to his will and achievement, a deeper truth swept across existence itself.
For all the magnitude of his accomplishments, for all the terrifying power he had accumulated and the impossible trials he had overcome, even he remained but a single thread in a weaving of Existence whose full scope defied comprehension!
Existence did not pause to acknowledge any triumphs.
The vast machinery of existence continued its rotation, indifferent to whether any particular being rose to greatness or fell into obscurity.
Countless eons ago, long before Noah's name had ever been whispered into being, existence had unfolded according to its own immutable rhythms.
Its own unperceivable weavings!
