An existence he could not touch.
An existence he might not be able to see.
By all means, Noah had hit a brick wall. His Geodesic Negation had passed through the armored titan like wind through empty space. His Maws had phased through platinum surfaces without finding purchase. His most devastating offensive forces had proven meaningless against something that existed on levels his authority could not reach.
And yet no despair took him, for he had to keep moving forward.
There was always a path. There was always an angle. There was always something that Infinity could find when bounded powers declared impossibility. He simply needed to discover what that something was, and he could not do that while standing still and accepting defeat.
This gaze of defiance burned in his eyes as he looked up at THE Primordial Armor.
Beowulf saw it.
