The fine grey ash rested in a small, solitary heap upon the starlight slab, undisturbed by the slow currents of liquid luminescence that filtered through the cracks of the petrified reef as the heavy concepts of Weight and Memory pressed against the outer stone.
Noah sat cross-legged before the remains, his left forearm resting upon his knee as his breathing remained measured and steady.
The skin of his limb was whole once more, gleaming with a smooth, unblemished clarity as the boundless vitality of Infinite Sanguine Mana finished knitting the scorched pathways and shattered meridians back into seamless alignment.
Yet Noah did not immediately reach into his existence for the third Common Dream Gu.
He did not rush. He wanted to understand the reason for the failure.
