A Shore that could raise Inevitabilities.
The words were a quiet earthquake in the foundation of one's understanding!
Inevitabilities were known by many as their Way of Existence was a grand one!
But to raise them? To cultivate them like livestock in a ranch? It was a concept so audacious, so fundamentally defiant of all known existential principles, that it bordered on blasphemy.
And yet, here it was, presented to him with the casual air of a farmer showing off a new breed of chicken.
Khor beckoned with a single, delicate finger, a silent command to follow. Noah moved, his own existence still settling into its new, terrifying scale, and walked beside her across the now-Radiant Shore.
The transformation was profound. The golden sands of the Blooming Shore had been infused with a pure, brilliant white light, a gift from Sigrid's awakening and Khor's influence.
They now gleamed with the luster of polished pearl and spun gold, each grain a tiny beacon of ordered potential.
