The singularity rose with him!
That was the first thing Noah understood about it, kneeling in his own blood with the weight of a sky on his back. It did not sit inside him the way the ocean had sat, or press outward the way Intent had pressed. It rose as he rose, moved as he moved, and it was, without any close competition, the most calm and stable thing he had ever felt.
Internally, it was blinding. A point of incandescent blue burning in the emptied dark of him, bright past looking at directly!
Externally, it was nothing. Not one glimmer of aura left his body. Not one wave of anything crossed his skin. The instruments of existence, had any been pointed at him, would have found a bleeding human kneeling in sand.
And the moment it bloomed fully, what arrived with it was not power!
HUUM!
