And at such a time, Noah actually turned his gaze behind him.
He locked eyes with Naldine, observing her expression shift. Her fingers remained poised over the strings of her Vihuela. Her singularity-dotted eyes held intensity that demanded he choose wisely.
"The next few seconds are going to be very critical ones."
HUUM!
His calm words were an answer, though not the answer anyone present had expected.
He could have chosen to say many things. He could have accepted the diplomacy Grimvault offered, could have released Beowulf and retreated to fight another day, could have recognized that three Proterozoic Scale entities including one at the Calymmian Tier represented a threat he could not overcome regardless of his Infinity.
He chose none of those options.
Behind him, a shimmering golden crack of existence bloomed into being.
