A rising Mythic True Signature from a Primarch of Complexity and Purity.
Noah's eyes- twin amalgamations of blue flame, flashed as he stared at it, without any intention of facing it directly.
There was something he understood well- the law of diminishing returns.
It stated that beyond a certain point, pouring in more effort or energy would result in smaller, less meaningful gains.
Take a mage, for example, one who channels vast energy to amplify a spell. Initially, each surge of mana doubles the spell's power. But then comes the drop-off. Push further, and the returns slow. No matter how much mana is forced through, the spell's increase in strength becomes minimal, dulled by the existential resistance it encounters.
Right now, Noah knew that he was hitting that point.
The enemies before him weren't just powerful. They were already soaked in the essence of the very things he had fought for, benefited from, and evolved through.
