The undeniable force held Noah's fading existence in the open, and would not let it go!
He hung there, half-dissolved, dragged back from the threshold of his own sealed Domain, and above him in the churning obsidian snowy foam loomed the two of them.
They were vast and indistinct, present one moment as enourmous eyes and gone the next, THE SLEEPLESS FIEND and THE UNPAID COLLECTOR turning their terrible attention upon the small bright thing that should not exist.
What a scent,| the Fiend said.
|A fresh Root of Immensity, reaching its little weavings out into the open. I have not smelled one of these in an age. And a unique one, at that. How fortunate for us that you did not have the sense to stay hidden.|
Noah did not struggle against the grip. Struggling would have told them how weak he was, and they did not need to know that yet!
