Narakuten felt his approach more than a mile off. Such blatant display of power, levitation, that one with his senses couldn't help but be focused on its arrival. He knows this 'man', very familiar to him indeed.
Yet, his attention to Terra hadn't been completely broken. She had replied, and in such a dismissive action. Before his old friend arrived, he throws in his two cents.
"Nothing it is, then.... It isn't so quiet to me, though."
The energies of the living and the dead, the moving and inanimate, and the air itself, gave way to his 'vision', and it nearly deafened him constantly. Truly, he thought, to be omniscient would be the same as ever-present, for being consciously aware of all, made one a part of it. And then...
"Hello, Taigeku..."