Noah kept elevating his Egoic Intent by slow degrees, seated in the storm of his own blue flame, while above him THE Estuary Eye devoured more and more of the surrounding existence.
It really was a fascinating thing, the eye. It was not a technique he used or a power he spent. It was closer to a limb, an appendage of what he had become as a True Lifeform, something that simply grew out of the fact of him and fed him without being asked. That interested Noah enormously, and not only for what it did now. It interested him because it implied more. If becoming True had grown him one such thing, there would be others, further traits waiting to surface, and the key to all of it was the same key as always. Osmontian Source Infinity. Deepen the fused authority, clarify the distinction, and the appendages would keep declaring themselves. He only had to keep starting where he always started, with himself!
As he was turning that over, something pulled at his attention.
