Silence.
A long, heavy silence.
And yet, around the Infiniverse Crucible, the Hymns still rang.
Majestic.
Terrifying.
The towers Noah had birthed, each of them grander than Omniverses, continued to sing. Their voices were endless, filled with complexity and purpose.
But for the first time since the Festival of Existence began…
Noah Osmont did not move.
The aura of an Early Creature still burned gloriously around him- glorious, unrelenting, vast- but his figure sat utterly still.
His golden eyes, now deeper than abyssal wells, stared forward with a calmness that was more dangerous than any fury.
Because in that stillness, there was absence.
Ruination...was gone.
And not in the way she'd been before. Not into ash, not into light, not into the glory of the Wheel's Breaking.
Gone.
There was no pull on the bond they shared. No connection to trace and pull from!
No hum of her existence!
No trace of her Signature, no vibration of her mythos in the Records of hus weavings.
