Noah took a step and appeared in THE Wastes.
The crimson expanse that had once stretched endlessly in all directions now drowned beneath multicolored waters that fell from skies transformed by his Miniature Cause.
Rivers of Existential Infinity carved new channels through terrain that had remained unchanged for eons, washing away corrupted proto-matter that dissolved upon contact with authority exceeding anything it had been designed to resist.
He observed the consequences of his actions with eyes that burned ancient and young simultaneously.
The environment itself had changed in ways that would persist long after the rainfall concluded. Where darkness had pooled in corners of THE Wastes, light now pressed through waters that refused to permit shadow. Where corruption had spread its tendrils across the landscape, nothing remained except cleansed foundations saturated with Infinity that would take centuries to fade.
Or really, it would never fade.
