The wall was torn, and Noah was already thinking past it.
His current level of immensity was a floor, not a ceiling, and the road to raising it rapidly had already proven itself five Dimensions over.
More Hearthshifts. More wells laid beneath more draws. More rulership extended along roads no instrument could register, until the count beneath him stopped being millions and started being measured the way Dimensions were measured!
The plan needed no revision. It only needed repetition, and time, and he held infinite quantities of exactly one of those.
But at such a time... something connected to him trembled!
HUUUM!
It was not an attack. It was not the Weft, and it was not a thread of rulership, and for one strange moment he could not place it at all, because the trembling came from a connection he had given away.
It came from THE Infiniverse.
