The feast roared on across the golden island, and beneath its laughter, Noah gave a silent command to THE Infiniverse to take the herd below. All of it!
She stepped off the edge of the drifting island and flew down.
Noah watched her descent as her cerulean-threaded form dove through the mists of the sanctuary, and then THE Infiniverse went to work in a manner only a Living Observable Existence could. Her authority spread out across the entire basin as she carved out this whole section of THE Krazhor-Nul Dimension, the silver-green plains, the towering blue groves, the placid herds of Mistgrove Behemoths mid-graze, even the ancient soils and the mist itself, all of it separating from the dark geography in one colossal, gentle excision. The dimensional forcefield collapsed as its paradise simply rose, an entire ecosystem lifting like a lily pulled whole from a pond!
And she pulled it into herself.
