Noah gazed at the compressed sphere of Inevitability that Titano held with such eager pride, its surface rippling with patterns of contained impossibility that would have driven lesser minds to madness!
The mass pulsed with malevolent energy, tentacles occasionally breaking through only to be pulled back by Order's binding…a trophy of violence worth more than most Living Existences could accumulate in eons of careful cultivation.
With deliberate movements, Noah raised his hand and pulled from the Early Veiled Shore three Glass Woks, each one emerging from dimensional space with the gentle radiance of condensed starlight.
The crystalline vessels materialized in the paradoxical air of the Living Doorway, their contents immediately transforming the atmosphere into something glorious!
Within each Wok, surrounded by Early Sacred Waters that glowed with their own inner luminescence, rested the prepared forms of Early Living Marine Lifeforms.
