Release the Protagonist! I

Noah stood at the center of the Infiniverse Crucible, the weight of existence bending around him as the scorched winds of ruined continuity whispered his name.

Gloriously!

He was motionless, yet everything around him trembled, as if the very fabric of existence knew its master had grown.

His crimson-gold robes fluttered without breeze, etched in the runes of dozens of True Sources, each symbol a legacy carved from countless lifetimes now condensed into one.

The Imitation Everything was that profound.

But at the end of the day…it was still Imitation as it held shocking implications.

Noah thought grandly.

The stillness he held was the eye of a catastrophic storm, a calm not born of peace but from dominion. And around him, the Crucible- a place meant to refine, was now struggling to contain the one who had ordered its design!