Quintessential clarity boomed in him.
What felt foreign and difficult to understand and do before became easy.
Quintessence. Tyranny. Infinity. Protagonist.
Their roots within him entrenched themselves ever deeper as what they stood for- their desires, their intent, their weaving…it grew ever more.
{Your authority as the Weaver of Extremity has risen to such an extent that in addition to being capable of grasping the weavings of Extremes, Records, and Existence, you can now begin to experience their weavings as if you were there.}
…!
A prompt came down in a shocking fashion amidst all of this as Noah's authority was further expanded.
And as if to show him just to what extent, a part of his consciousness began to drift and go towards the weaving of a lost Record eons ago.
As if he would see a difference in what he could grasp back then, and what he could grasp now.
