An unfathomable distance from THE Braneworld, from THE Infiniverse, from anything Noah had a name for, his body arrived inside a dying Observable Existence, and it was an ocean.
He had sent THE Loyal Reach back to another of his bodies in THE Braneworld, the one that would face the Mesozoic Scale Gilded One descending out of the gold sky. He had thought about that, before he split his attention. Facing a Fifth Scale being might genuinely be a reach for him right now. He knew little about that stage, its power, its mechanics, and the jump in strength between the Fourth Scale and the Fifth was not a small thing even within Vakochev's careful framework. Beings did not cross it lightly.
