With his other hand, Noah called more meat into his mouth. Another bite. Another shock of glorious clarity. The rhythm of chewing, of swallowing, of refining- each one brought him closer to the completion of what even he had once thought unattainable.
And as he knelt there, bare-chested under the storm of mist and glyphlight, the taste of the early world on his tongue…
He felt the first glyph of his new journey burn into existence!
He sat in silence, the remnants of his last bite still resting on his tongue- salt, sweetness, a richness that whispered of existence long gone. The early marine flesh had melted across his being, accelerating his growth until…
HUUM!
The hum grew into a deep resonance, like a bell ringing not into the air and instead into the fabric of existence itself.
