Infinity and Observable Force flowed through him like snaking rivers of power, twin currents of fundamentally different character moving through his existence with the particular sensation of forces that had no natural business sharing the same channels but were being directed to do so by hands experienced enough to manage the combination without catastrophic results.
His amplified Pride burned with golden brilliance that did genuine work at this moment, that enhanced Ego and emotion actually staving off the sense of terrifying madness from Infinity that felt like it would strip him of all individual identity if he allowed it too deep without proper anchoring.
The blue river threatened at its edges with the quiet persistence of something that did not experience urgency because it did not experience anything at all, simply existing as potential that consumed whatever consciousness touched it without malice and without mercy.
