An entire unknown Origin.
Based on the sheer database of information that Ashmole had, this shouldn't even be possible.
Everything fit somewhere.
Whether partly or wholly, everything fits!
But there were no unique markers from any studied Origin that Ashmole could find for this Entity disappearing ahead of him as statically, such a thing shouldn't be possible.
"We'll be in touch."
As Noah disappeared, Ashmole's voice echoed out heavily in this space, his figure surrounded by dazzling pages of his Manuscript of Existence as his eyes were focused on a single one.
A page still unable to classify and fully analyze a drop of blood.
A new mystery he had to solve.
But he was Ashmole.
The secrets of Existence were things he had uncovered too many times, and he would step up to this current challenge as in time, he would solve it.
