The note rose, and rose, and THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity woke.
Noah felt it through the soles of his feet first. A deep vibration climbing up out of the mountain's roots, out of the rivers below, out of the snow-buried floor of the whole Legacy. Then his gold eyes caught it, and he saw what Lucy had built.
It was a single thing!
The purple-gold rivers and the Existential Conduits rising out of them, the thousand Elsedimension Mountains with their monasteries and thrones and caverns, the Plain of Accord, the Firmament, the Keepers' Roads winding between the peaks, the floor of snow beneath it all.
He had always seen them as parts of a place. They were parts of one body. An Immensity, woven into the shape of a home and laid down to sleep, so long ago that even the Immense who lived inside it had forgotten it was alive.
It had slept for Ages.
Now it was awake, and Noah could see who had woken it!
