In the Infiniverse.
As Noah burned with immense pain that transcended comprehension, Elyndra stood before him with shaking eyes. She could see it clearly, the excruciating agony he was going through written in every tremor of his form, in every flicker of the crimson-gold flames that wrapped around him like chains of suffering.
But Noah kept his calmness even as his body shook. His voice was steady despite the cost it took to speak.
"I won't be able to continue infusing you with Perpetual Harvest so..."
Before he could finish, the space beside them rippled with authority.
The humanoid figure of The Infiniverse appeared with deliberate precision. She stood tall and ethereal, her form composed of countless spinning Omniverses and flowing rivers of verdant-gold light. But her eyes, those infinite pools that normally held warmth for her Master, were particularly cold.
