The mist curled gently against Noah's feet as if the land itself exhaled through soft fog.
The sky above the Budding Shore was quiet and unfathomably peaceful in this primitive primal looking landscape!
He stood still for a long moment, his gaze fixed on the gently rippling waves of the Early Sacred Water. The clarity of it was unreal. It shimmered with hues of pale sapphire and translucent silver, each ripple reflecting back not just light or beauty, but waves of immeasurable existence.
His eyes narrowed.
He reached out with his will.
A thin hum of his authority pulsed forth- Living Existential Authority wrapped in the frequencies of Wrath, of Paradox, and of Infinity itself. Normally, this would be more than enough to reshape swatches of existence.
And yet…
BZZT!
The water didn't budge.
A single line of white text bloomed in the air before him.
