As Beowulf was pushed back with a heavy injury, Noah moved with unfathomable momentum that his newly transformed hand granted him.
The Primordial Architect was reeling, that diagonal wound across his chest exposing wriggling internal physiology that should never have been revealed to anyone at THE First Scale. His armored form attempted to create distance, to establish the space necessary to recover and reassess this confrontation that had shifted so dramatically against his expectations.
Noah did not permit distance.
He threw his Spear of Civilization upward with motion that carried the full force of THE Hadean Hand of Infinite Grasp behind it. The crystalline weapon rose above the destroyed battlefield, above the space where multicolored seas had once spread as far as anyone could see, above everything that remained in this devastated region of THE Wastes.
