The cold winds stirred gently across the white sea of frost.
Noah stood in its heart, surrounded by the gnarled and stretching branches of the four massive Yggdrasil Trees, their trunks converging like the ancient fingers of fate.
Above and below, the glacial expanse shimmered like cracked crystal, each breath of wind biting with the clarity of silence before a storm as the Masters of Existence from other Folds stirred with caution!
And how could they not be cautious?!
Because across all this silence, Noah's presence swelled.
He rose slowly into the air, a golden resonance wrapping around his form in coils of silent dominance. The domain stirred. Beneath him, the wriggling masses of the Imitation Mutated Inevitabilities seemed to twitch in anticipation.
Like they knew that they were about to be stirred awake. And the golems that once hovered in still formation began to hum, the runes carved into their frames flickering with warning as they also got ready.
