Noah read the prompts with shining eyes as he prepared to continue regardless.
He closed his eyes, reaching deep into his Early Atlas of the Folds, feeling the constellation of his Towers of Osmont blazing within.
Among them, one tower pulsed with particular warmth…the Cooking Tower of Osmont, containing the True Source of Cooking at Stage Two!
"Begin!" he commanded, the word carrying authority that made even the Early Creatures pause their conversations momentarily.
Ozymandias responded instantly, his tentacle-form arm transforming into an obsidian blade that seemed to drink light. The transformation was perfect…a cutting edge that existed more as concept than physical object, sharpness given form through pure hunger.
The blade descended toward the Dodo's wing with inevitable certainty.
