Whether they were as simple as this butterfly or as grand as a Fold Dweller or a Living Existence or an Early Creature.
At such a thought, Noah smiled.
In the next moment, his body vibrated with authority. His form began to change, to shimmer, to dissolve and reform.
And gradually, he transformed into the same shape as the blue, snowy butterfly.
RUIN/EDEN blinked, her holographic form flickering for a fraction of a second. She looked at her Master, at the perfect, crystalline replica of the Azure Frostwing he had become, and she smiled.
A genuine, almost fond, expression. She then turned back to the complex, swirling data streams of her work.
Noah, in his new, delicate form, flew towards the other butterfly. He landed on the same glacial flower and began to do as it did, to drink the essence of the cold, to experience the world not as a Tyrant, not as The Early Creature, Osmont, but as a simple, beautiful, and utterly focused creature of the frost.
