Noah came to a stop before it and looked at it coldly.
"I never had any issues with you," he said. "Think about that. All this time. Then you took our Lower Observable Existence, you played your long games from behind your curtains and now you've made me an enemy. Can you imagine? Whatever plans you had for eons, however many boards you've arranged, however many vessels you have folded and pressed and hung in whatever closet you keep them in. They may all just crumble. Because you happened to target the wrong guy."
HUUM!
The vessel's ragged mouth curved. Even decaying, the voice that came out was calm, unhurried, almost warm, and the heavy anger beneath it had been pressed flatter still.
