The firelight of the Early Sacred Flames flickered low and steady beneath the Wok, casting shimmering golden hues over the pearlescent sand.
Noah sat cross-legged beside it, bare-chested and lean, the flickering glow playing across his skin as if marking him as the axis around which this entire consecrated land turned.
Each bite of the seared meat that passed his lips pulsed into his body with waves of energy so dense and clean, they seemed to rearrange the very lattice of his being.
The meat of the Crownscale Glimmer was unlike anything else. Every mouthful was a hymn of complexity, each bite rewriting something deep within him. And he had given only a sliver to Liora. Just a single, insignificant piece.
And even then… it had made her an Originus Venerant in moments.
