The golden sands beneath his feet hummed with accumulated power.
The Sacred Totems stood at their posts, their storage spaces now rich with materials from the plots and the Depths. The trees bore fruits that pulsed with readiness for harvest, with the Tenders already harvesting!
Everything was acceleration, everything was growth, everything was potential becoming actual.
Yet even surrounded by this prosperity, Noah knew that time was narrowing toward a point of convergence. The Kleos Concordat loomed, and with it, whatever the Living Paradoxes had planned.
He breathed out, the exhalation carrying decision. With a wave of his hand, thirteen Essence Gems materialized from his storage, their crystallized complexity catching light that existed in spectrums beyond normal perception.
