Chapter 4057: Osmontian! II
The Early Veiled Shore released a heavy prompt as after that, it only continued!
|Advancement conditions restructured. Upon reaching sufficient complexity through structures, farmlands, and populations, The Early Veiled Shore will advance from Blooming Shore and into a Radiant Shore|
|Estimated time: Whenever it damn well feels like it|
…!
Noah blinked with astonishment as he looked over these prompts, making sure he read them right!
Yet…
The brilliance intensified until even with closed eyes, Noah could see nothing but light.
Yet he could feel everything…every grain of sand reorganizing itself, every drop of Sacred Water becoming more sacred, every tree stretching its roots deeper into soil that was becoming more than soil.
Through the overwhelming sensory experience, he picked up voices beside him.
Sigrid, her own tremendous power humming with resonance, whispered with awe.
“What is this…?”
Nearby, Moiraine’s response came with the calm of someone who had witnessed miracles become routine. “You have not been here for too long. Stay a little bit longer, and what Sir is capable of doing will be even clearer to you.”
…!
Sir. It was heard again!
There was a pause, then Sigrid’s voice came again, quieter, almost to herself but loud enough for enhanced perception to catch.
“Does he…like to be called Sir?”
Noah kept his eyes closed while shaking his head slightly at these interactions.
He could feel Sigrid studying Moiraine, probably trying to understand the dynamics at play.
But these were considerations for later. Right now, he focused on feeling the tremendous changes occurring as the Infiniverse became something unprecedented…The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore!
The transformation wasn’t violent. It was like watching…feeling a flower bloom in reverse and forward simultaneously.
The Infiniverse’s consciousness was expanding, spreading through every frequency she contained.
She was choosing him over Everything else!
When Noah finally opened his eyes, the Infiniverse stood before him transformed, and still continued to be so!
She was still herself, that consciousness that had been with him since the beginning, but now she was also becoming something more.
The Infinite Early Osmontian Shore.
At this time, she looked at him once again.
“Master,” she said, and the word carried new meaning, new tyranny, new quintessence!
Around them, the Early Veiled Shore…no, the collaborative space they had created together, hummed with potential that made the impossible seem like a starting point.
They were, all of them, just getting started!
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The rich, and the poor.
In existence, there have always been the rich and the poor, separated by more than wealth…divided by a veil of understanding so complete that neither side could truly comprehend how the other lived.
The poor imagined the rich as freed from all worry, swimming through life on currents of gold.
They couldn’t conceive of the particular anxieties that came with abundance…the paranoia about who truly cared for you versus your resources, the weight of maintaining what you’d gained, the hollow echo in rooms too large for any voice to fill.
The rich imagined the poor as simply lacking what they had, not understanding that poverty created its own culture, its own innovations, its own forms of wealth that couldn’t be measured in currency.
Stars were born and died in the span of heartbeats across their armor. These beings had achieved the Cosmic Realm…they had passed through Antiquity, transcended the limitations of Daolords, and wielded their own Edicts that could rewrite local reality.
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