Noah read the prompts as they integrated into his awareness, each one painting a fuller picture of who Beowulf actually was beneath that intimidating armored exterior. A being who had sacrificed so much for power that he could no longer experience simple pleasures. A being whose advancement depended on others rather than his own capabilities. A being whose rage masked insecurities that would have been pathetic if they were not so dangerous.
And while Noah absorbed this information, he was weakening Beowulf without that being's knowledge.
Every Singularity that flowed from the Primordial Architect into Noah represented something being lost. Not enough to notice immediately, perhaps not enough to notice for a while, but the extraction was occurring nonetheless. Beowulf was becoming lesser while Noah was becoming greater, and the Primordial Architect had no idea this transaction was taking place.
It would be even easier for him in this battle if he could stall for somewhat longer.
