Her speed climbed, approaching his own, the Infinite Anomalous Source Factor in her perhaps already copying something of the chickens' movement, and the two of them chased the obsidian birds across the farm in earnest.
Noah deployed his Causes. THE Prime Cause of Tyranny erupted from him, the foundational truth of hierarchy commanding the chickens to be still, to freeze the way he had frozen the final Ragnar.
The chickens shrugged it off.
They shrugged off Tyranny!
They pecked at Source Herbs while the command that had frozen a Fourth Scale Ragnar washed over them like a mild breeze, and one of them had the audacity to scratch at the dirt with one talon, entirely unbothered.
Noah stopped chasing and started thinking.
