THE Creature.
What a marvelous thing this existence was. Noah had heard the legends first, the way most beings encountered THE Creature, as a story too large to be a person. Then he had met him, across THE Earliest Folds and the long stretch of struggle after, and somewhere in there he had let himself believe he had caught up. That he had matched THE Creature, maybe even passed him!
But this guy.
Noah looked up at the titanic figure shrouded in billowing obsidian flame and shook his head, and felt something he did not feel often anymore. A competitive spirit. A real one. Because from THE Creature he sensed, unmistakably, an Egoic Intent. Egoic!
Here was THE Creature carrying one too, having taken the impossible and made it ordinary, the way he always seemed to. Of looking at a wall everyone agreed could not be climbed and being, quietly, already on the other side of it.
