Noah held Seo-yeon and thought about THE Fourth Scale of Existence.
It was equivalent, in its way, to the early stages of Einherjar Source power, the threshold he had just crossed himself, and in the memories of the Gilded Ones he had devoured across his time in THE Braneworld, every one of them had revered beings who reached it. Not feared. Revered. A Fourth Scale being was something that moved with purpose and intent, that exerted itself in a way that reshaped the space around it, that had stopped being a participant in existence and started being a force that existence accommodated.
But there were levels to everything.
Multiple Fourth Scale entities had come for his assassination not long ago, four of them carrying the full weight of beings who had traversed time itself, and Sir William had dispatched every single one of them in a short span with a single letter of THE Primordial Tongue backed by his own Intent.
