His mind still buzzed with his proclamations!
Thirty-four Lesser Kryos still turned in the air around Noah, pale blue and cold, the last spoils of the nine Guards.
He did not intend to keep any of them!
He pressed them together four at a time. Each set flared, fused, and settled into a single genuine Kryos Existential Chorionic Gonadotropin, dense and huming, until eight whole Kryos hung before him and two Lesser ones remained, too few to make another.
Four went to Achilles. The king had swallowed the Long Night's cold to make his day-old Root stronger, and Noah could afford to give to help him.
Noah sent the Kryos through his Legacy body, across existence, to the mountain where Achilles stood with Rose amidst the snow.
The other four went home, into THE Infiniverse and the Dream Engine, to three people. Two to Eon. One to Ul'moreth. One to Naldine, along with the last two Lesser Kryos.
He felt each one land!
And THE Tide answered!
