Even the Titan wore a faint, nostalgic smile as he watched his old friend weave an Array onto a germ-sized, frequency-spiritual egg... The precision required was a million times greater than that of a surgeon operating on a grape while blindfolded!
Levi heightened his senses to their absolute limit until the microscopic egg swelled to the size of a soccer ball in his perception... His mouth parted slightly in awe at the mesmerizing sight before him.
A gray Hex had been woven across the shell, its three million IIthorien words layered with such impossible precision that they resembled the delicate spiraling grooves of a seashell... except every curve was an inscription, every line carried meaning, and every microscopic stroke served a purpose.
The words flowed into one another without ever touching, forming layer upon layer of impossible symmetry.
