Everything retained its calmness after the brief eruption of Authorities that stemmed from a few simple words.
Words that Noah said freely before, but he now engraved them in his heart.
The Purity of Existence is what keeps the Wheel turning!
It was something wholly against what he was doing, but it seemed critical to the Commonwealth.
His eyes burned brightly at this thought as he brought the illusory pages from the Manuscript of Existence closer while his left hand tapped out.
A small cut appeared on his finger with this simple tap, and from it, a drop of golden blood containing minuscule weavings of the Existential Omniversal Lumen Emperor Lineage flowed out!
Only small tendrils of weavings of his Lineage.
The eyes of Ashmole lit up as he opened his pristine Manuscript of Existence- its pages actually flying out and rotating around him as if they were stellar bodies.