Henry, Liora, Kazuhiko, Erikson… his mother, his Queens… all of them.
Bob..well, not Bob, he was still being experimented on by another one of Khor's bodies.
But all others, yes!
They smiled, their expressions a testament to a faith so profound it was its own form of power.
Why would they not walk his path?
Noah watched them, a faint, proud smile on his lips. With a wave of his hand, hundreds more Sparks bloomed across the Radiant Shore. Thousands. Tens of thousands. A celestial, blue snowstorm of pure, unadulterated potential.
|You are exerting the authority of an Architect.|
|The Weavings of your [Infinite Mana] are being utilized to forge [Sparks of the Way].|
|This is a monumental act. The [Principle of Perpetual Harvest] recognizes this effort.|
|For every one hundred Sparks forged, your own Mana is being refined and amplified|
|You are not just giving your power away; you are making your own ocean deeper with every drop you give.|
