Did he believe it was possible?
To move against the Progeny of one of Those Who Remain, and against the very ancient entity that had fathered them across the dark of epochs…
THE Sleepless Fiend of Those Who Remain...!
As the fiendish ancient aura of THE Primeval Osmontian Marrow rippled softly across his hair, Noah evaluated everything, knowing he was already hunted by the Cursed Descendants of THE Krazhor-Nul Dimension and realizing the Fiend's lineage ran through that exact same cursed blood!
He had already made an enemy of one branch of Those Who Remain simply by existing well! The question was never whether adding another branch was dangerous, but what it actually cost when stacked atop an active war he was already fighting, and as he weighed the outcome in the quiet depths of his mind, the added weight was smaller than it looked.
