The seam of light between the two colossi grew blinding.
Emotive stood in the shallow seas with her hands still lifted, a thin thread of every color running from her fingers into the fusion, and watched her Master's brilliance at work.
He showed no strain at all. Two titans were coming apart and coming together at the center of the ruined Heart, and Noah sat on his cracked white throne with both hands raised and his face calm, as if he were only drawing two curtains closed. Rivers of blue-gold poured from his palms. The frost along his jaw glittered. His eyes, pure gold, stayed on his work the whole time.
Fuck he looked good!
The Unanimous Frost went first.
