Noah stared with bright eyes!
The Weave had not been repelled. It had not been negated. It had been… ignored. His attack, a thing of Quadrillions in power, had been treated as an irrelevant piece of data, a null value in the equation of Anaximander's existence!
He felt the necklace on his chest grow warm.
The Aegis of the Architect, his symbiotic armor, was responding to his own, unspoken will.
"Let's try something else," Noah murmured.
In the next instant, he was no longer a man. The Aegis materialized around him, a silent, perfect symphony of interlocking white and gold plates!
HUUM!
The golden visor flared to life, a sun in the growing twilight of the mountain. His entire being was now a conduit for a singular, terrible purpose: absolute Purity.
The armor blazed with a white-gold light so intense it seemed to burn the very concept of color from the air.
