The Plain of Accord was gone!
In its place, in a single heartbeat, stood a forest older than any forest had a right to be. Trees the size of mountains tore up out of the snow, trunks thick as rivers, canopies lost somewhere up among the floating thrones, and they did not stand still.
They grew, and died, and grew again. Every leaf that budded on them held the weight of a Dimension blooming into being, and every leaf that fell was that Dimension collapsing, thousands upon thousands of them erupting and dying and erupting again in every branch, so that the whole forest roared with the sound of realities being judged!
On the edge of the Plain, Ling clapped, eyes shining.
On the golden clouds, Progeny and Provenance Lifeforms leaned forward as one, and no one said a word.
And in the middle of it all, Noah stood and took the forest on his body.
