There were beings you postured before, and there were beings you did not.
Noah became entirely serious as he looked at the small lifeform in front of him.
One of the oldest followers of Vakochev!
A shaper from the era when what was and what was not had still been negotiable, a splitter of Chaos by pure will, and every instinct in his two hundred Decillion quarks reported the same reading.
The melancholic little slime laying beside this lake was unfathomably more powerful than the father of Thalia, more powerful than anyone he had ever stood before, and quite possibly more powerful than even something like THE Sealed One!
It was OLD, old in the way the first light was old, and as much as Noah liked to act tyrannical and border on arrogant before ancient terrors, his arrogance had always been aimed at the self-serious and the cruel.
This being was neither.
