Noah closed his eyes, delving deep into the flame. With his intricate complexity and the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed, he passed through the flame with ease and began searching for the weavings of Ezekiel.
It did not take long. His will spread through the flame like Mana through rivers of reality, touching and wrapping around a particular set of weavings. And there, in the heart of what Emelline had called the Sacred Flame, part of Noah manifested as he found what he was looking for.
He saw a man, or rather, the flame-born image of one that was serene, noble, and wreathed in tranquil fire. The man met Noah's gaze and spoke, his voice echoing out with grandness!
"I did not expect my flow, once spent, to be stirred again by any complexity. To wake from the basking of countless flames, what does the Origin Singed seek of me?"
As with the others before him, Ezekiel had looked once upon Noah and decided that he was the Origin Singed.
