Days had passed in the infinite perceptive moment.
Noah hadn't come across any viable solution for grasping THE Silurian Light through traditional means, but he'd obtained a great deal of information from Naldine across those stretched spans. She'd explained the intricacies of THE Wyld, the nature of THE Deliverance and others like him, the factions that divided Primordial Architects into camps that had been warring since before most current beings learned to crawl.
She'd demonstrated the Modus Operandi of three different Pulses until he could recite the verbal components from memory even if he couldn't perceive what they were meant to touch.
She wasn't so bad after having talked to her for so long.
