At a certain point in time, one simply wanted to be left alone.
To do what they wished and accomplish what they wanted, without having to worry about large-scale events.
At this moment, that was what Noah desired.
He wanted to complete his Atlas of Existence, to let Ruination consume as many shattered pieces of the Wheel as she pleased, and for his Infiniverse Megalos to smoothly continue its transformation—becoming the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence.
He wanted all of this, but as always, there was the factor of Time.
And it seemed that with every passing moment, Time only spelled complexity and catastrophe.
The catastrophe right now? It stemmed from the arrival of a terrifying group of Dead Things, drawn here by a single being-Vha'Nekrul, who had observed Noah while the white flames of the True Source of the Singed empowered others.
Because of this, a monstrous entity had been alerted. Veltraxis, the Smiling Empty Maw, the 77th Mawbearer of Recursive Hunger.
