In another corner of Ginnungagap, separated by countless Gigaparsecs from the peaceful shore where teaching was occurring, a very different scene unfolded.
While Noah received instruction on a single letter, a Phoneme of The First Tongue, something remarkably similar was manifesting elsewhere with far more violent intent.
The battle between THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin against the three Malformed Ginnu Lifeforms had escalated to a critical point. The serpentine dragon with crystallized obsidian scales had locked multiple heads around Tor's arms, attempting to collapse his Way through dimensional compression. The massive arachnid struck from temporal angles, its legs piercing through past and future simultaneously. The liquid obsidian mass flowed between solid and ethereal states, absorbing attacks and reforming to strike back.
Tor cursed violently as he sensed something shifting in the fundamental nature of the battle.
