The Living That Are Bound! IV

Rising Marine Lifeforms roared with valor and fear above the Sacred Waters while Noah entered a unique state of mind.

The sands were warm beneath his feet.

The Early Veiled Shore breathed softly, the tide whispering secrets from a early era very few understood.

And from within it, the mechanics stirred.

The corrective function of this sacred domain pulsed quietly, uninterested in morality or preference. The Early Veiled Shore would not tolerate more than twenty-five presences!

And so, as the prompt had echoed, the culling mechanism began!

Eleven presences. Blazing with compressed force. Marked by their Basic Glyphs of Water. One- Refined.

Even without sight, he could feel their intention.

Corrective predators.

They were here to cleanse.

A soft wind blew across the sand, brushing his shoulder like a warning. But Noah did not move. He had already spoken.

And when he gave a command, the world would adjust.