Noah was waiting for his guest.
This time, even he did not know who the Primordial Empire would send. But he was certain of one thing. Whoever came would not be ordinary. The empire never moved without purpose, and it never sent weak envoys when dealing with anomalies.
Instead of worrying, Noah did what he always did when uncertainty approached.
He comprehended the laws.
The moment his focus sharpened, layers of reality peeled back in his perception. Causality, entropy, space, and identity intertwined like endless equations.
Noah had noticed one thing that if he comprehended the law actively, the petals of the lotus of creation would start becoming mature quickly than it's passive pace.
Just as he was sinking deeper into that state, a knock echoed through the house.
Noah opened his eyes.
"Brother?"
Naomi's voice came from the other side of the door.
