The air between them thrummed with something that transcended power- it was older than authority, deeper than dominion, and more fundamental than the very concept of existence itself!
Sigrid felt her being respond to it tremendously, every fiber of her existence yearning to surrender to the pull of whatever Noah was.
Her hands trembled as she gazed at his, watching the way reality seemed to bend around his fingers like light refracted through the purest crystal. The aura that emanated from him was unlike anything she had ever encountered in all her life, all her careful observations of the Living Existences who had shaped her destiny.
What was he…really?!
