Something immensely pristine and magisterial was emerging!
Noah looked up, and the Dimension itself was splitting apart! The heavy skies of THE Krazhor-Nul tore open along a widening seam as white and gold light pulsed outward for light years, waves of pristine radiance rolling across the storm and flattening it, and through the tear, condensing out of the light with unbearable slowness…was a limb!
It formed lengthwise, vast and pale and rounded, extending down through the split skies in a long thick column of white-gold flesh, and Noah stared up at its emerging shape with his astonishment slowly acquiring a very specific quality.
No way, right?
The limb kept extending! Long, cylindrical, rounded at its emerging tip, radiating apex grandeur across light years, and Noah, THE True Human Emperor, found himself tilting his head at the boon descending from his most sacred Foundation as a single unworthy thought refused to leave.
No. No way. The Tide wouldn't!
