In the current Era.
In the Early Veiled Shore.
The fervor of their unified cry, "Whatever it takes," still lingered in the air of the Radiant Shore, an electrical charge of pure, unadulterated purpose.
The feast continued, but its nature had changed. It was no longer a simple celebration of a single victory, but the solemn, joyous meal of a people who had accepted their shared, desperate destiny.
The taste of the concept-infused fish was still a symphony on the tongue, but now each bite was a reminder of the desperation they had chosen to embrace, the power they had to accumulate!
Malphas, a silent, graceful shadow amidst the radiant light, moved through the gathering.
Noah watched it all calmly.
As he was observing the glorious scene, the figure of Malphas appeared before him, a silent, respectful presence.
He bowed lightly, his crimson eyes holding a deep, analytical light.
