Golden arcs of loot light erupted across Noah's body, wreathing him in radiance that suggested wealth about to be forcibly extracted from reality!
His eyes pulsed with glory that made several nearby beings step back instinctively.
He rose from his throne with movement that was both gradual and instantaneous, existing in the space between rest and violence.
His heart…the Heart of an Early Creature that beat within his chest, began pounding like a war drum announcing the beginning of harvest!
The sound resonated through dimensions, each beat a promise of violence transformed into opportunity. He opened his mouth, and what emerged wasn't quite a word but pure expression of desire!
"COME!"
HUUM!
The howl boomed across the Transcendent Origin Folds like a glorious commandment.
Every Duke in the vicinity turned toward him with expressions of incredulous horror. What did he mean, come?!
Did this madman actually want whatever lurked behind those tears to emerge?
This fucker!
