In the Infiniverse Crucible, where stellar skies bled black gold and symphonic light, a crimson-gold Tower of Origin blazed as it was haloed by a storm of cascading origins and solemn hymns.
Glorious, Quintessential Hymns!
It stood not just merely as a monument of power but as a pillar of glory, a defiant declaration of existence forged in longing and devotion!
And because of it, the Festival that had already brought the Dwellers of the Folds tremendous shock now bloomed into something far more dreadful.
Towers pulsed.
The seas of Living Existential Authority swelled with new tides. All around, the hymns became louder, layered like the voices of countless titans whispering truths too vast for comprehension!
Yet, amidst such beauty and power, silence still gripped the space around Noah.
He remained there, the eye of it all. A stillness carved from conviction.
Just a short span away, another figure hovered.
The Infiniverse Body.
