Noah shook his head and let go of THE Creature, and the two of them drifted back to a slight distance, their Intents still buzzing and crackling in the space between them like weapons of mass destruction set down but not disarmed.
They floated opposite each other like two menacing titans. Noah wrapped in his lava-like blue flames, the cerulean welling and dripping off him in slow molten waves. THE Creature shrouded in his lava-like obsidian flames, vast and dark and burning, the obsidian sword-illusion still faintly visible in the air behind him. Two beings who had just cracked gigaparsecs of existence between their palms and then hugged about it, now sizing each other up across the chaotic dark of the Sanctum.
"Every single time," Noah said calmly, "I have to reevaluate my whole sense of what's possible when it comes to you. I keep thinking I've got the ceiling figured out, and you keep being somewhere above it."
THE Creature's burning eyes settled on him.
