Noah gazed toward Ozymandias.
His second body floated nearby in that transformed obsidian form, crystalline structures now visible beneath flesh that radiated the same golden brilliance his primary body displayed. They had undergone the same evolution through the same cycles of destruction and rebirth, both existences now Hadean in classification.
He sent the command through THE Hadean Organ of Civilization.
Ozymandias dissolved into streams of blue gold light that flowed across the tumultuous seas of Observable Force surrounding them. Those streams entered Noah's chest, returning to THE Hadean Desmoterion where the titanic form would cultivate until needed again.
Noah looked at his hands.
Golden light still pressed outward through skin that seemed luminescent rather than merely fair. Everything about his existence felt different now, grander in ways he was still learning to comprehend.
Just what had his power reached at this time?
