Noah looked over everything thoroughly!
Each rung swallowed the one beneath it whole, and above all of them sat the undersides of existence, the cycles of the Ages, and the outside.
He smiled.
Then the Tree measured him.
Noah Osmont. THE True Human Emperor. THE Osmontian, THE Dreaming Human Origin.|
VERITAS: Order I.4. What you dream holds true across many Dimensions near you, and thins toward the far edges of your reach.|
|PROVENANCE: Order I.6. What you make of yourself draws on more than half the power your Order can command, and owes nothing for it.|
|POTENTIA: Infinite. No Order contains it.|
|PONDUS: Order I.3. Your weight bends a third of your reach around you.|
|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: Order I.1. Your hold on fate and narrative has barely entered the first Order.|
|Profundity: ?????|
...!
First Order, every one of them!
So where did the Immense sit on this ladder?
He looked at Poona, and his existence answered.
