Noah heard the voice of Ruination echoing in his mind with such words as he quickly focused, his Absolute Seals of Fortune and Potential buzzing as if they sensed a grand possibility.
He quickly took control of his body that Ruination had been piloting in Muspelheim.
The transition was seamless, his consciousness settling into flesh and bone and authority that had been moving through the remnants of a Primordial Realm.
And he saw what surrounded him.
His massive blue-gold pillar, the monolith that had been devouring everything, stood grandly and tyrannically alone in the void. Fiery crimson-gold light of the Primordial Realm continued to sink into it from afar like rivers delving into an endless drain. The authority of Muspelheim, the accumulated weight of eons, all of it flowing into THE Infiniverse through this point of consumption.
And all around the monolith was blank collapsed space where the Primordial Realm used to sit.
Empty.
Dark.
