Achilles looked at the entity ahead with eyes that perceived far more than surface details.
His Architect’s Perception activated without conscious effort, the underlying structure of this strange Grimoire revealing itself through weavings of differentiation and undifferentiation that composed its existence. Information crystallized before his awareness.
|Entity Identified|
|Na: THE Lexicon of Unspoken Endings|
|Lineage: Mutated Antediluvian One|
|Classification: Anomalous Factor Entity, First Tongue Variant|
|Approximate Power: Upper Absolute Depth, approaching unknown threshold|
|Description: An Antediluvian One is a being that may have existed during the age of differentiation and undifferentiation. This entity erged and survived by binding its awareness to linguistic constructs that predated language itself, becoming a living repository of words that were never ant to be spoken.|
|Anomalous Factor: Connection to THE First Tongue through primordial linguistic weavings. Capable of unraveling existence through utterance of words that predate differentiation. Current state suggests recent ergence from dormancy within The Existential Lattice, forcefully awakened by the cancerous construct’s expansion.|
|Warning: Entity displays signs of cognitive instability.|
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Achilles processed this information with curiosity overwhelming his initial impulse to simply consu this creature. An Antediluvian One was sothing he had never encountered, a being from before the current age of existence entirely, or would have been if it Observable Existence was not stunted. Its connection to THE First Tongue made it even more valuable than the Absolutes he had been hunting.
The Grimoire’s leather face studied him with eyes that held exhaustion beneath the panic.
"Oh, you’re actually a fucking sane one."
Relief flooded its strange features, pages settling into calr fluttering.
"Hey man, what the hell is going on? I just gained consciousness and really, everything seems to be shit. Corrupted monstrosities everywhere, so cancerous growth spreading through existence, two Absolutes trying to eat the mont I woke up."
Its face twisted into expression resembling existential despair.
"Maybe I just need to go back to oblivion again."
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Achilles looked at the Lexicon with expression holding genuine curiosity beneath his typical calculation.
"Out of all those I have t within this place, you are the first one to actually communicate and not try to kill imdiately."
The Grimoire’s leather face twisted into sothing resembling bitterness, its pages fluttering with agitation that seed almost nervous.
"I am obtaining as much information as I can from the surrounding existence, but nothing makes sense."
Its eyes darted around the devastated region before settling back on Achilles.
"What is this Existential Lattice? Why did the authorities of Observable Existence move to cause my ergence? Why does everything feel so wrong, so corrupted, so fundantally broken from what existence should be?"
The book showed a lot of emotions for sothing made of leather and pages, frustration and confusion and sothing approaching distress bleeding through its strange features.
Achilles smiled toward it
"An outsider from outside Observable Existence ca in and initiated the cancerous growth that is The Existential Lattice across our reality. I guess I can thank him for your ergence."
His purple-gold eyes hardened slightly.
"But he is also the reason why so much corruption is currently taking place."
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The Lexicon adopted a heavy look at these words, its face settling into contemplation that seed ancient despite its claim of recent awakening. It floated upward and looked around at the shattered crystalline structures, the corpses of the Absolutes it had killed, the pulsing biological walls spreading corruption in every direction.
"With the little that I know since I have not been alive for long, I understand that this cancerous thing is a net negative for existence."
Its voice dropped lower, gravitas entering its tone.
"The corruptions and mutations arising from it will eventually eat this place from inside out. The fabric of Observable Existence itself will degrade beyond recovery if this continues unchecked. Even though Observable Existence is still too strong to be affected completely."
Its leather face twisted into sothing resembling determination.
"If anything, before I return to the glorious light of oblivion, I would want to erase this Existential Lattice and the one who made it."
Achilles laughed at such words, the sound echoing through the devastated space with genuine amusent.
"Join the club."
His transford body radiated authority that made the surrounding corruption pulse in response.
"But if you are sane enough to hold conversation and share goals, I am moving against that Outsider as we speak."
He paused, letting the implication settle.
"I could always use another."
...!
He could always use another shield.
But he didn’t say this as he stared at the face of the floating Lexicon with expression holding nothing but earnest invitation.
The Grimoire looked toward him cautiously, its ancient eyes evaluating him with perception that ca from existing before complexity itself erged. Whatever it saw made its pages flutter with consideration, weighing options that its newly awakened consciousness was still learning to process.
THE Lexicon looked over to him, its leather face settling into serious evaluation.
"My weavings tell you are a Primordial Architect. Are you powerful? What are your chances against that invader Outsider you ntioned?"
Achilles looked at this being and shook his head without hesitation.
"As of now, abysmal. He is approaching THE Second Scale of Existence again, which is the reason why he built this Lattice in the first place. I have to move quickly if I want any chance of stopping him before he reclaims what he once possessed."
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His words made THE Lexicon thoughtful, pages fluttering with contemplation. The book with a face looked at him seriously after several monts of consideration.
"I did find a place that may have good stuff to make one stronger. Before those two Absolutes attacked , I sensed sothing deeper within this construct that made run the fuck away though..."
Its eyes narrowed with warning.
"Do you want to try? Just don’t beco crazy and try to eat , or I will fight back!"
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A place with good stuff?
Achilles’s purple-gold eyes shone brilliantly, the archaic crimson tattoos across his skin pulsing with anticipation!
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