It fucking worked?
Noah's eyes shone with brilliance as he watched the impossible unfold before him.
It was a long shot, a gamble based on a split-second analysis through the Lens of Civilization. He had looked at Aethon and peeled back the layers of magma and storm to see the core truth of the entity, and what he found was simple and profound. Aethon cared for his people more than his pride.
Was this the first enemy that was actually reasonable?
Noah watched the blue-gold snowflakes settle on the skin of the Elemental Legion like blessings descending from an alien heaven. He watched them close their eyes in reverence. He watched them pay their respects to his Primus Mana, to the Civilizational Authority of Mana and Hunger that wore the mask of Elemental supremacy with such perfect conviction.
The moment they accepted, his existence lurched.
