The tentacles had barely settled over the Legacy when the Existential Conduits began to rise.
Noah watched it happen through the sliver of himself on the Thinker's mountain. All across the Legacy, the vast pillars of flowing authority that climbed out of the purple-gold rivers tore loose from their beds and lifted. They rose higher, and higher, until they stood like the columns of some impossible hall, and then they moved, spreading apart, drawing lines across the whole snowbound expanse, pillar beside pillar beside pillar, until the Legacy was carved into separate domains, each one walled off from the others by rings of rising light!
Golden spheres of foreign Immensity found themselves caught inside those rings, cut off, each one alone in its own partition.
Then the mist came down!
