The first hunter reached THE Writer of Mythos before Noah had even finished looking around!
THE INFINITY EATER came across the underworld with an infinite sea of Dimensionality heaving at his back, and that sea was all of what he was, density without end, weight without a bottom, a tide that had been grinding against existence since before most of the Train had even been laid down!
Noah knew this one. This was the farmer whose fields had been drunk to their roots by him!
But he…he was not here for Noah. He had come for the woman with the book, and he came for her like a flood comes for a house!
Yet she did not lift her eyes from the page.
Noah looked down upon her with Sonder, and he saw at once what the gallery hungry for prey had not troubled itself to see!
She was a Descendant. Bred, spoken, a sentence with a bloodline, the way all of them were. That much they all knew. What some had not looked at was the rest of her!
