Noah waved his hand.
Multicolored Infinity bloomed outward from his palm like a fire, illuminating the immediate surroundings with the warm cycling light of his Source expression. He looked at himself in the glow of it.
His fair skin glistened in the Infinity-light, every surface of him vivid in a way that cultivation had been quietly suppressing for so long he had forgotten this was what skin looked like when nothing was filtering it. His shoulders and abdomen were pronounced, the muscular definition of his frame rendered in sharp relief by the light, and across his front and behind, broad green leaves covered what they covered with the patient indifference of an environment that did not concern itself with modesty but had provided the minimum available.
He looked like something carved from a grand idea about what a man should look like.
He turned to check on Adelheid.
"Damn."
