"Fascinating may you be, all will be learned once you're assimilated, Noah Soul."
It felt as though his very essence was being spun into one, singular point; his organs cried and his bones began to crack beneath the inexplicable pressure–
"That's quite enough of that."
For once, a look of perplexity found itself on the Primordial's face, tilting its head back just as a shower of light rained down. It brought radiance to the bloodied city; the countless hundreds of shards of illuminance parted the despair.
Noah looked up, discovering a sight that fueled his exhausted body with a sense of hope: a masculine figure with long, silver hair hovering above the cityscape.
At a snap of the unknown one's fingers, the manipulated land of flesh all turned to pristine glass.
"Oh?" The Primordial observed with genuine curiosity.
