Noah stood by the obelisk with his eyes closed, and he was also standing in a dozen other places.
His senses ran through every Provenance Sanguine Clone at once, shared fully, a single awareness wearing many titanic bodies across the breadth of THE Ymnaros, and what that awareness observed was the same short story with different scenery!
No Infinite True Lifeform stood against even a single Sanguine Blood Drop.
Not the Cenozoic ones anchoring invasion spearheads. Not the patient ones hanging back behind their stacked Pantheons. Not the desperate ones who saw the crimson gold figure arrive and threw everything they had hoarded across their long lives at it before the staff could rise!
One drop formed. One drop popped. And rivers of Infinity went silent in one region after another, armies collapsing into red, until whole stretches of THE Ymnaros held no invaders at all!
