In the Early Veiled Shore, where golden sands stretched beneath skies of crystalline perfection, Noah raised his head with a movement so subtle it might have been missed by any observer.
His eyes, those windows to an existence that transcended normal understanding, gazed out as if they could pierce through the countless layers of space and time that separated him from where Eckert, the Great Usurper, had just been!
A light smile played across his features, carrying within it understanding and perhaps a touch of fondness.
Everyone had their own journey to walk, their own destiny to forge through choices that would echo across existence.
Eckert had chosen his path, and Noah would not begrudge him that freedom. After all, his Flow of Existence had always encompassed thr flow of all other pertinent beings as he made himself the center of attention!
His attention shifted, drawn by movement in his immediate vicinity.
