Across the Duru of Autarchy.
Colorless seas of Authority flowed as at this moment, a heavy tendril of the Authority of the Laborer of the Atlas of Existence coursed through it.
It seemed like an unstoppable force as while it did so, many extremely pristine wills came to focus on it from afar!
And yet its path continued further in.
As if it had a goal.
As if it had a purpose that it would achieve no matter what.
HUUM!
Within Aitia's Causality Penitentiary.
Noah followed this tendril of the Authority of the Laborer as currently he sat on the ripped wings of the Faesinged Queen while gripping in his hands another Seed of Existence.
A Seed of Existence belonging to none other than the Satyrus Nymph as it pulsed with a verdant colorless brilliance!
Next chap in a few hours!