The golden pathways of Aeternitas Concordia hummed with activity as Noah continued his impromptu marketplace, the radiant woks floating beside his tyrannical purple throne like captured stars offering their warmth to any bold enough to approach!
His imposing standing had been established, carved into the very atmosphere of this place.
Word had spread through the crystalline towers and golden boulevards…here sat the Weaver of Existence, a Fold Dweller who traded treasures that even Honored Living Existences would want for herbs that most would kill to possess!
The crowd that had initially gathered in shock had evolved into something more calculated.
They had all lived too long, survived too many schemes and betrayals, to rush headlong into confrontation with someone whose resources seemed limitless and whose confidence was warranted.
