|Shall the generation and preservation continue?|
Noah looked at the waiting prompt for a long moment, and gave his answer simply.
"Continue it. For now."
HUUM!
The Tide's ledger settled back into its quiet keeping, unprecedented and unopened, one more sealed door he would walk through when he chose to, and across the foamy dark between Dimensions, his nine clones drew together above the scattered violet motes of a dead Woe Culture.
And Noah thought about many things.
About the things that could not be perceived, and about his own power. How many more things like the Woe Culture were out there, hanging in unseen layers above unsuspecting skies? And what would happen if he met one that was too powerful for the current him? Because the only reason he had dominated the Woe Culture, even though its attributes were higher than his, was Provenance Essence. But what if the attributes were not a single digit higher? What if they were significantly higher?
