Heavy resistance.
This was what Noah felt in his hands as he grabbed the Minor Calcified Paradoxical Wheel, but even with its heavy resistance… what his lineage could carry was utterly astounding as he smoothly and very easily brought the Wheel down and slotted it in the black earth below!
HUUM!
A light ringing echoed out as he felt an obsidian gold light descend from above.
It landed on him, becoming infused into his Null Form as he instantly felt a Mark seared into him like a brand of silent triumph.
He felt his very essence of Lineage tighten, distort, and refine.
Threads of chaos compressed into harmony. Purity sharpened. Complexity aligned. His existence hummed, less vast compared to before, but much more lethal.
A smile formed as he sensed that his PQ and CQ had not raised at all, but had actually decreased by a few hundred.
And yet the true Complexity and Purity of his Lineage was even more potent.
Compression and optimization.
