As existence churned and trembled in the face of two entities at the level of THE expressing their Sovereignties, Tor walked deliberately in front of Noah and began to take measured steps toward THE Time Surfer.
As he moved forward with calm certainty, the expanse of space behind him turned obsidian-crimson as if his Hunger covered everything in that direction. The color spread like spilled blood across reality itself, staining the very fabric of existence.
And Noah continued to hear the voice of Tor echoing in his mind even as this being fearlessly walked toward another THE entity.
"A river that carves through stone does not succeed through strength, but through relentless focus on a single path," Tor's voice resonated with teaching intensity. "My Hunger has been honed again and again across eons, Outsider. It has tremendous Depth."
His mental voice carried weight.
