Be true.
He spoke grandly like a teacher addressing a student. Like a blacksmith commanding their hammer. Like his very existence was summoning the weavings of the Singed to take their next step forward!
And in the true Frequency of the Singed, a profound change began to bloom as countless eyes turned toward it.
The Remnant Weavings of the Origin Singed looked on, seated atop a silver-white spoke over the Wheel.
The figures of Emelline of the First Flame and Mysara floated in the distance, near the True Heart of Existence. Their Sources thrummed and resonated as they turned their gazes toward Noah.
Everyone could feel it- something was about to happen, even if they didn't know what.
And the man atop the trunks of the Aorta of the True Heart of Existence stopped breathing in those terrifying, pure white flames and blood. His body radiated a pulse of unfathomable light.
