The unique sensation of THE Formless Depth across his body continued to be an extremely odd one as Noah descended alone toward the citadel of vibrant pillars surrounded by the forces of THE Living Spirit.
The best way he could explain THE Formless Depth was an extremely cooling vibrant sensation of power. It flowed through him like liquid starlight, touching every aspect of his existence with its impossible quality. The Phonemes of The First Tongue and Logos and Philologies inside of him reinforced his foundation even faster than before, each one humming with increased efficiency as if THE Formless Depth gave them permission to operate beyond their normal limits. His Organ of Civilization and Heart pumped even denser and grander, the blue-gold Mana coursing through channels that seemed to widen and deepen with every passing moment.
And his mental state...
THE Formless Depth seemed to amplify a sense of calmness and arrogance that seemed unmatched.
