He closed his eyes.
He could still feel everything.
That was the first thing that registered when his eyes closed and THE Infinite Vector's passive field extended outward through his perception without the filtering of visual input, the full scope of what the Tongue allowed him to feel spreading across the entire battlefield in the specific way that a sound heard in darkness carries more information than the same sound heard in light.
The residue of Infinity within every Gilded One body in his perceptual range registered against his awareness as individual signatures, each one distinct, each one composed of the specific configuration of Infinity that their Gilded engineering had built into their physiology.
Paleozoic bones and organs, forged from Infinity as their foundational substrate.
He could feel all of it.
His hands rose without him deciding to raise them.
He began to conduct.
