Noah looked at the scene with shining eyes.
At this moment, definitely, the ranking had changed in his perception. THE Primordial Paradox was really up there. Perhaps higher than anyone else he had encountered. The casual nature of his dominance, the effortless way he handled beings that would have required Absolute's full attention and resources to even challenge...
It was something else entirely.
And in the next moment, this calm figure of THE Primordial Paradox turned to stare at the torn Impundulu heaving atop the ship.
He did all of this while holding another Absolute in his hands.
Popobawa continued to struggle and sought to erupt with Embodiments, with Declarations, with anything that might break the grip that held it. Each attempt failed. Each effort was negated before it could even fully form.
THE Primordial Paradox regarded the split form of Impundulu with contemplative eyes.
"This one's Weavings are already unraveling."
His voice was clinical, detached.
