The proto-matter storm calmed around him as he appeared in an entirely different place.
Noah frowned as he looked around, his blue-gold form tense and ready for violence, almost as if he was expecting another monstrous thing to erupt at any moment and attempt to consume him. His eyes scanned the churning expanse with wariness that had been earned through far too many encounters where peace turned to peril in the span of a heartbeat.
That seemed to be his hardship and adversity across Existence, as he couldn't even get a fucking moment to breathe.
But...
He only saw the forming and unforming landscapes of reality all around him, seas of proto-matter covering the nearby regions in waves of undefined potential that rose and fell without ever committing to any particular shape. Mountains that were also valleys. Rivers that were also skies. Ground that was also nothing at all.
No Undivided Ones hunting him.
No Formless Terrors seeking to drag him into their undefined existence.
