It still wouldn't be enough?
Bob's eyes sharpened as the Wheel beneath him shifted. He floated amid the chaotic flow of the Folds, watching as Thauron extended a hand. The Crucible's vision twisted in on itself, compressed into a single obsidian bead that drifted toward him.
"Let me teach you something that helped me reach where I am now, Little Bobby," Thauron said, voice calm and eerie. "Whenever I faced an enemy of great power, I played the game of setting their level even higher. If my foe was a Nascent Source-Bearer Complexity, I'd tell myself... I needed to be a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon before even thinking of a fight."
…!
Thauron's voice dipped lower, yet somehow grew heavier, resonating through the very strands of the Nullvein Gravewake Folds.
