The choice was a precipice.
Noah stood at the edge of it, his consciousness not in the Radiant Shore, but deep within the internal weavings of his Early Atlas of the Folds.
Before him, the Lemniscate of Potential pulsed, a glorious, multicolored infinity symbol woven from the combined light of one hundred Vital Lighthouses!
It was a blank page, a silent instrument, a block of uncarved marble waiting for the sculptor's hand.
His gaze drifted to the figure of Khor, who was observing the scene with a serene, ancient amusement.
"You seem quiet, Outsider," her voice was a soft, musical note in the symphony of his thoughts. "Why did you ask me about Principles? You already have thst green gold one that seems to be helping you a great deal…"
Noah's expression remained calm, but he allowed a flicker of his own tyrannical amusement to show.
"I have the option to nurture the Seed of a Second Principle right now."
