While a part of Noah's existence remained in that beautiful, impossible sanctuary that was his Early Veiled Shore, overseeing the continued growth and the distribution of his impossible harvest, his primary focus had shifted.
His body in the Concordat Amphitheater was about to embark on a new, perilous journey!
He stood upon the deck of a vessel that Elysia Firmhand of the Blue Fields had summoned from the depths of the Wandering Territories.
It was, for lack of a better word, a Barge.
It was not a sleek, elegant ship of war, but a broad, sturdy craft built for endurance and for transporting farming materials.
Its deck was a vast expanse of what looked like petrified, dark green wood, its surface covered in intricate, swirling patterns that pulsed with a faint, verdant light.
It was the size of a small world, perhaps three thousand miles from bow to stern, a floating island of stability in the chaotic sea of existence.
