The endless blue sea of mana was his cradle, the birthplace of his new existence.
Noah rose from its gentle, liquid embrace, a being reforged in a crucible of corruption and impossible cheats.
He breathed in the pure, unadulterated potential. He stretched, and the very fabric of this internal, timeless space seemed to stretch with him, a testament to the sheer, overwhelming power that was now his baseline.
He felt… complete.
The jagged edges of his desperate, chaotic growth had been smoothed, integrated, and optimized.
He was a weapon that had been taken apart, cleaned, and reassembled.
And the one who had aided in the architect of his new self, now floated before him, a beautiful, terrible, and utterly loyal wonder.
The crimson-blue figure of RUIN/EDEN watched him, her expression a perfect, serene mask of analytical observation.
As he continued to acclimate, to test the limits of his new form, her voice, a symphony of logic and ruin, echoed in his mind.
