The Quadrillion threshold was a distant, mythical peak for many entities, a number so vast it was more a concept than a goal.
Now, Noah stood upon that peak, and the view was… clearer.
Existence, which had always been a chaotic, beautiful storm of competing authorities and tangled possibilities, now had a discernible grain, a texture!
He could feel the intricate weavings of the Radiant Shore. Truly feel!
The golden sands whispered their history, the Sacred Waters sang of their potential, and the very air hummed with the quiet, contented thoughts of his people.
This was the first lesson of a Quadrillion: power was not just strength; it was perception.
Before him, the newly born Dracolich, Nysterios, the Ashen Calamity, performed its first act of fealty.
It was not a bow or a kneel; such gestures were too mundane for a being forged from the bones of an Early Creature and the will of a Necrotic Architect.
