The movement was fluid, graceful, and utterly without wasted motion!
One moment she was seated, gazing out into the endless expanse of the Stoa. The next she was standing, and she began to walk toward him as her eyes locked onto his lone figure.
Noah stood up as well, feeling like he was being tracked by an apex predator that had suddenly decided he might be worth the effort of hunting. But he didn't feel any fear. He felt that same cooling sensation spreading across his existence, that clarity of conviction that had settled into his bones.
Before, he would have thought along different lines. She was more powerful. She could collapse him. So an Anchor Point would be activated, and he would be okay. That was the old way of thinking, the way that measured safety in terms of escape routes and contingencies.
But his new line of thought was simpler.
Her Depth did not matter.
