Just as Noah was deciding where to plant first, his attention was pulled away again.
Away from the battle, this time.
Many Gigaparsecs from the clash of lotuses and grey glass, in a stretch of the Gaps his authority had reached minutes ago, something had appeared.
He felt it through the soil. Through the roots. Through the slow tide of Nascent Nightmare Essence that kept rising out of that region and drifting home to him.
The forests there had grown strangely.
Snow still fell there, soft and endless, the residue of THE Long Night refusing to leave. And out of the snowy obsidian soil had risen plum trees. Hundreds of them. Thousands. Dark-barked and gold-veined, their branches heavy with blosoms of obsidian and gold, petals drifting down through the falling snow like slow embers.
It was beautiful.
And two figures stood in the middle of it at this time!
Noah turned the piece of his attention there and looked.
It was...twins?
