When an existence fundamentally redefines its own nature, the physical vessel is the last thing to catch up.
The golden blue clouds of raw, conceptual authority billowing from Noah grew infinitely dense. The regal, blood-soaked rags of his crimson gold robes simply burned away into nothingness!
He did not manifest new clothing or armor. He stood in the ruined center of THE Serenaros as a muscular, flawless humanoid figure forged entirely of stellar blue-gold light.
He was technically naked, yet he was clothed entirely in the unbearable brilliance of his own generated Trueness.
Hazy blue-gold clouds wrapped around his limbs and flooded the surrounding air. To the perception of the physical existence, he began to blur. He was becoming imperceivable to the surrounding existence, slipping into a depth of reality that was authored entirely by his own mind!
