After receiving knowledge of some renowned Gilded One and the mention of Ages from Custos Rani, Noah had commanded this puppet gently for her to transfer all the knowledge she had to him, his fingers lingering on her forehead as the iridescent weavings of her memory began to bleed into his own consciousness.
He wanted these memories because at this moment, he wanted to have a clear definition of his long-term and short-term goals, for he found that navigating the higher domains without a definitive map was a tedious waste of his infinite potential.
His end goal was simply safety and an existence where he didn't have to worry about the encroaching shadows of the void, envisioning a quiet life of mana and farming that felt more like a distant dream than a reachable reality.
But dumb fuckers would not leave him alone and continued to press their engineered arrogance against his skin, so they made his goal a bit more complex than the simple cultivation of a garden.
