It did not sit upon him like a boon bolted on from outside. It sank into him, wove down through his foundation, threaded into his two hundred decillion quarks, fused itself to his Provenance and his Teloi and the deep structure of what he was, an engine of his own ascension seated at his core and turning, and turning, and never stopping!
He would grow now. Not for free, never for free, but forever!
The Immense Ones grew on a hormone they were born to and did not understand. Noah would grow on one he had made and understood completely.
And only now, only after his own hormone was emerging infinitely within him, did he reach at last for the invisible thing Vakochev had given him.
He wanted to take it!
So he would take it!
