THE Osmontian Tongue could hold multiple more letters.
Noah turned the fact over while the last of the transformation cooled off his skin. A single letter, I AM, had opened the pathway to Osmontian Biomass, a granular resource flowing to him and to everyone bound to his Cause. More letters would mean more. The math was simple, and his eyes burned bright with it.
But as much as he wanted to start designing the next letter, he could not keep his attention off what sat in front of him. His elevated Intent of THE Quintessential Osmontian and his elevated Osmontian Source Infinity, both settled now at Duir, their changes flowing subtly through every part of his existence. And underneath the settling, something else was rising. It felt like a limb he should have always had, waking up inside him for the first time!
The sensation was unique, and it brought Ryaenara's words back with it. Inheritances stretching to the beginning of existence. Lineages that claim the True. Those Who Remain.
