In THE Chrysalis, Noah's eyes focused upon eight microscopic particles hovering above his outstretched palm.
Hydrogen, Helium, Lithium, Beryllium, Boron, Europium, Strontium, and Neodymium.
They did not behave like ordinary physical matter. They turned in disciplined, concentric orbits, each particle emitting a faint, distinct frequency that subtly bent the surrounding light of the cavern.
Noah studied their rotation as his thoughts traced the architecture of THE Enduring Gu Elsedimension Ring resting upon his middle finger.
"Out of every mineral, metal, and authority drifting across Existence" Noah spoke into the quiet cavern, "why do these exact eight govern the boundary of an Elseengine? Why not stellar iron, refined gold, or crystallized void?"
From the illusory band beside his ring, a faint pulse of light stirred as Atlas manifested his translucent form.
The old engineer looked at the hovering particles with a flat, half-lidded gaze, crossing his arms over his chest.
