We are all stardust
Zen studied Noah's face before responding with more stars. (When I command them to do so.) The swirls of color and flickering stars were his. An echo of his mother's power and the divine energy that had crafted him. Saying that they did as he 'wished' would have been downplaying it. Which the younger Demi-god saw no need to do in front of his peer.
Noah seemed to have caught on as Zen picked up another knife. (It doesn't.) He'd have to grow stronger to the point that 'burning' was an insult. Zen needed to decimate and ruin their enemies. Whether it be the Void, those who disrespected his mother, or some other hidden adversary.
Taking a moment of consideration, Zen handed one of the knives to Noah, an invitation. (A little is a start.) The younger Demi-god refused to focus solely on his magic. It was his greatest strength, and a deep source of pride, but no doubt he'd face enemies that it proved insufficient or ineffective against. He needed tactics, alternative means of reaching his goals. Knives and hand-to-hand combat had been two alternative pathways that Zen chosen to pursue. At least for now.
Noah seemed to have caught on as Zen picked up another knife. (It doesn't.) He'd have to grow stronger to the point that 'burning' was an insult. Zen needed to decimate and ruin their enemies. Whether it be the Void, those who disrespected his mother, or some other hidden adversary.
Taking a moment of consideration, Zen handed one of the knives to Noah, an invitation. (A little is a start.) The younger Demi-god refused to focus solely on his magic. It was his greatest strength, and a deep source of pride, but no doubt he'd face enemies that it proved insufficient or ineffective against. He needed tactics, alternative means of reaching his goals. Knives and hand-to-hand combat had been two alternative pathways that Zen chosen to pursue. At least for now.
Reflections of the cosmos and the passage of time
Zenith
