Noah turned his gaze calmly to Moiraine.
"Get ready for more."
...!
Next, he let 20% of the scent of his existence as an Early Creature seep into the Dyson Singularity.
HUUM!
The very plasma of paradox around them trembled, golden tendrils writhing in silent hunger.
Moiraine straightened, white gold Paradox flaring out around her like a protective shield as her gaze sharpened. The regal stillness she always carried was there, but her voice had shifted.
"This... This is heavier. Almost irresistible."
Noah studied her reaction, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Even your control is faltering?"
She didn’t answer. He continued.
With a flick of his fingers, he released 50%.
BOOM!
Moiraine instantly shifted back, her wings flaring wide. Her breaths came sharp and deep. The glow of her body dimmed and reignited as she grit her teeth, her eyes burning with a heavy Paradoxical light!
"Stop. Whatever you’re doing, stop. My complexity....it’s being pulled and altered in its flow. If you go any further... I may not be able to stop myself."
Noah extended a single hand, palm open, his tone quiet and certain.
"Come. You can control yourself."
...!
80%.
The storm of singularities ignited instantly, the concentrated paradox folding into seething, living threads. The event horizons pulsed violently as Existence itself seemed to flare in warning.
Moiraine breathed in short gasps, trembling.
She hovered in the swirling tide, golden wings twitching with effort as she fought herself. Her body moved forward slowly, inexorably drawn.
"Every part of my Living Paradoxical Authority want to be near you," she whispered. "My Complexity and Purity... they’re taking on a nee flew and rising just being this close to your weavings."
Noah kept his hand steady.
"What you’re smelling, is it so irresistible? Do you still have control over your existence?"
She said nothing. Her lips parted, her chest rose and fell, her gaze burned bright and fervent.
She breathed in and out as if she were trying to meditate!
She!
A Foldless One!
Seemingly about to lose control just from a mere aura!
She hovered inches from him, her entire presence struggling to stay still.
Noah beckoned her forward.
"If you attack or act on impulse, I’ll vanish. The Young Paradox that does not produce Inevitabilities will be gone becauze of you."
...!
Her body buzzed. Her wings dropped lower as if surrendering, her breathing more ragged as she had to control herself!
"Come."
She floated even closer. The glow of her body pulsed with a radiant density, and Noah watched closely.
He reached inward. From his Living Wheel of Existence, from the aged and quiet drop of blood, he pulled its bright dullness.
And he let it paint over his blood.
Slowly. Effectively.
He pierced the skin on his fingertip and let something come out- a dark crimson droplet tinged with brown and gray.
It pulsed with warmth so intense, the folds of paradox around them bowed.
As if it were a blinding Paradoxical sun from the earliest age!
BOOM.
Moiraine trembled, her eyes snapping to the droplet. Hunger. Longing. Awe. Her mouth opened slightly, but she did not move further.
Noah raised it higher.
"You can have this... if you kneel."
...!
Her knees struck the space of the Dyson Singularity with a heavy echo- the action seemingly subconscious!
She stared up at him, face flushed with anger and longing.
Her white gold hair danced as her glorious visage looked extremely enticing- as if she were something that could not be touched or desecrated!
"You fucker," she growled. "How are you doing this?!"
Noah didn’t smile.
He simply dangled the droplet in front of her, his eyes calm, even as she followed its motion like a flame to a moth. Her breath pulsed again when he brought the finger close to her lips.
"Wait."
Her body was straining with effort, hands gripping the edges of the plasma beneath them until her knuckles gleamed white. He let the drop of blood rest gently against her lower lip.
"Take it. Slowly."
She seized his wrist, her grip powerful but trembling.
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