Within him, the Early Sacred Living Infinity Tower of Osmont pulsed like a second spine, erect and steady, connecting the weight of what had come before with the uncertain glory of what was forming.
Something ancient was stirring- a beat, a murmur, the whisper of an archaic heart slowly taking shape. The Ventryalis had begun to form. The Heart of an Early Creature!
The beat was yet to fully form, but it was there!
As this process began…
Noah rose with deliberate ease and made his way across the soft sands. The Light around him glowed gently, the swirls of multicolored Living Existential Authority tracing over his bare chest like vines curling around marble. His steps were steady, each movement calculated and unhurried.
He came to stand near flickering towers of white and gold- each one a Tower of Origin, and each crowned with a blazing Living Origin Flames that licked the underside of delicate Glass Woks.
