The forge sang on, and the golden island was no longer quiet.
CLANG! CLANG!
Noah's hammer rose and fell upon the anvil as fresh Advanced Apeiron Armaments cooled in gleaming rows, and all around him, across the drifting dream-sands, dozens of his closest people walked beneath the storming skies of THE Krazhor-Nul.
His Mother was here. Henry was here. Barbatos, Adelaide, Sigrid, Riya, Naldine, Titano, The Emperor Penguin, Kazuhiko, Erikson, Lich Ra'Zan, Khor, Amser, The Dora Shath'yar…dozens of the people drawn out from the safety of THE Infiniverse and standing upon the sands of his Dimension, and every single one of them was adorned in THE Tidebound Apeiron!
