Noah stood beside the sapling with the hoe resting on his shoulder and blood drying on his lip, and he looked at the blade for a long moment, because he was honestly surprised at how well it had worked.
He had swung it at a falling reinforced constructs filled with Half-Unfathomable Immensity and split it in half, and he had turned over the sky itself with a single stroke. The hoe hummed quietly in his hands, a little warm, and he had the strange feeling that it was just as surprised as he was.
It had not only been the hoe, though, and as he stood there, he went back over the fight and understood what he had actually done. Every Immense One he had ever faced fought the same way, by taking their Narrative and their power and forcing existence to follow it, pushing existence around them into the shape they wanted until it broke or gave in.
