The rain of mana had become a storm.
It raged around the great blue tree in THE Infiniverse, cerulean drops whipping sideways through howling currents of loose power, the whole grove bending and singing under the pressure of what stood at its center. Noah stood alone in the eye of it, his Intent buzzing off him in slow terrifying waves, and the storm was not weather at all. It was him. It was fury and resolve given no other place to go, radiating out of a being whose composure had never once broken and whose depths had never once been this loud.
He let it rage. And then he put it to work.
"Elevate THE Tide That Owes Nothing," Noah said quietly, "to Rank D."
|Elevation of THE Tide That Owes Nothing from E-Rank, Duir, to D-Rank, Ruis, currently requires 25,000 Osmontian Biomass. Your accumulated reserves are sufficient, Master. Confirm the upgrade?|
"Confirmed."
The Biomass drained out of him in a single deep pull, and the Foundation drank, and rose.
