Noah stood in the settling winds with the Status Panel still hanging in his sight, and he read it again.
VERITAS: 10|
|PROVENANCE: 1(???)|
|POTENTIA: INFINITE|
|PONDUS: 5|
Four numbers. His whole existence, broken down by his own existence, into four numbers!
He wanted to understand them properly before he moved another step. So he raised his eyes across the dark sand, and he gazed at Anaximander.
HUUM!
The moment his attention truly settled on the scholar, his new sight went to work. The weavings of Anaximander's existence rose into view, dense and strange and layered with things that should not have been there, and his obsidian singularity pupils drank them in as Ruination translated everything into the one System of Measurement that belonged to Noah alone!
|STATUS PANEL: ANAXIMANDER|
|VERITAS: 3|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: UNDEFINED|
|PONDUS: 1|
"..."
Noah went still, and his analysis began.
VERITAS 3!
