The character of entities that had lived for an unfathomably long time always carried a certain apathy—especially when gazing across the weavings of Existence.
Because when you've witnessed quintillions of deaths, the birth and end of weavings across eons, watching a few trillion—or even more quintillions—fade becomes nothing more than a flicker. A process that once unfolded over millennia now happens in seconds.
And so… they could watch Megalos collapse.
They could witness Frequencies of Existence—intricate expanses laced with Matter, Anti-Matter, and Dark Matter—burst into ruin, their inhabitants screaming silently into oblivion.
And still… feel nothing.
But if Noah stood there, watching as a Frequency began to fall—its Megalos imploding, quintillions about to die—what would he do?
The answer wasn't theoretical. It had already happened. When Bob shattered an entire Frequency by manipulating its Node… what did Noah do?
He restored it.
