A grandiose stellar obsidian gleaming throne that he sat on, and a flaming stellar obsidian crown above him as they both radiated a terrifying Regnum!
A terrifying dignity.
He adorned all of this as naturally, such a Regnum caused countless stellar black threads that turned into gorgeous rivers seemingly extending to the horizon of the galos to form- and these rivers held dense waves of Dark Matter, but they also held significant weavings of Matter too!
With such a type of dignity.
With such a Regnum.
Ozymandias looked towards the Inheritor of the galos and imposed an Inquisition of the Severed Regnum!
He questioned the very existence of the galos Mountain of the Beyonder as its entire makeup was Dark Matter.
And such a weaving ca under even greater scrutiny from the Inquisition of the Severed Regnum!
Did it have a True Source? Even a Pathway towards a True Source?
Such a clear-cut question was asked as the Inheritor of the galos could not answer, and the massive galos Mountain of the Beyonder behind him had a crack stretch out from its peak, and it extended towards its base!
CRACK!
Even more fissures extended out after that as the imposing deanor of Ozymandias only rose higher.
He looked at the cracks extending out from the galos Mountain of the Beyonder as his Regnum rose even higher.
"You can flash this mountain before anybody else you wish to. But if ever you seek to impose it against , be sure that it can, at the very least, stand against my dignity."
…!
Word that caused the Inheritor of the galos to be utterly infuriated echoed out, with his wings that seed to be supporting the galos Mountain of the Beyonder radiating imnse brilliance as he roared out.
"This is the very mountain passed down through eons from the Beyonder himself! The one whose legends span across the galos and the Expanse! You cannot deny his weavings. You cannot say they are not true!"
WAA!
The inheritance of the Beyonder himself.
His weavings were undeniable!
Alongside these words, the cracks spreading across the galos Mountain of the Beyonder sought to stabilize and even try to recover, but the Regnum of the entity afla in the distance only stared forth coldly in reply.
"I deny that which is not true."
As he spoke, a Severed Infinitum Engine burned and began to heat up in the depths of the burning stellar obsidian throne.
Its imposition beca even grander.
More constant!
"If this is the weaving of the Great Beyonder, and it cannot assert that it leads to a True Source, then it ans that it is false!"
…!
The serpentine eyes of the Inheritor of the galos flickered and heaviness and burned crimson.
But there was one last sentence that Ozymandias uttered out with tyranny.
"It ans that the weavings of the Great Beyonder…are false!"
BOOM!
Countless stellar rivers and flaming weavings of a throne and crown burned as, in the next mont, the galos Mountain of the Beyonder blood with countless cracks and shattered.
…!
Shattered!
The galos! Mountain! Of! The! Beyonder!
The Beyonder!
Unimaginable brilliance and weavings erupted out as the eyes of the Inheritor of the galos filled with blood, his jaw forcefully opening to release ruptures of crimson black blood as it seed to have received a grievous injury to its source!
And its Source was not the only one.
The countless Outerversal Morphons here.
Persephael and McAllister in the distance.
Any who understood the brilliance of the Great Beyonder felt like their own weavings were impacted when this being asserted that the weavings of this great being…were false!
And Ozymandias shattered the massive mountain of the Beyonder supported by the galos itself.
What did this an?
What did this an?!
The Great Mother and others were dazed at the one they believed to be called the Instrunt of the Great Beyonder…call the Great Beyonder himself soone with false weavings.
And yet this being did not seem close to being done as he raised his hand at this mont to show a pulsing globe of black brilliance.
It was…a signature of weavings that wrapped around the Inheritor of the galos at this very mont.
"Your Source is that of Inhereditare. Born and weaved to specifically inherit the weavings that the Great Beyonder left behind. You power. Your being. Your significance…all of it stems from the source of another. From the inheritance of the weavings of the Great Beyonder. I have the weavings of your Source in my hands here as…I can easily take it and make it bloom within my body. I could beco one with the weavings of Inhereditare as well, fully capable of accepting the weavings that the Great Beyonder left behind."
His voice was heavy as many felt a sense of foreboding.
What was he about to say now? How drastic would it be?!
Severed Extractor had, of course, been working in the background as the Source of the Inheritor of the galos was entirely compatible, but before it could be changed and made his own, Noah stopped it!
"I was able to do everything that I did before without the weavings of the Great Beyonder. I could choose to take the musings of this Source right now and beco his inheritor…but I deny it!"
HUUM!
"You were enraged that I played the part of the Instrunt of the Beyonder? Today, I tell you that I could obtain the sa Source as yours and Inherit the weavings of the Beyonder, but I deny it. I do not want it. My power is my own. My weavings are my own. A creature like you who relies wholly on the weavings of another…could never amount to anything. I will not be like you. A creature like you…will never have an ounce of greatness in all your eons of life."
As he spoke, he crushed the weaving of a budding Source within his hands!
|The possible weavings of Inhereditare relating to the Great Beyonder have been denied.|
|Your Regnum rises to an unfathomable level!|
BOOM!
His Regnum exploded out with heavy, interminable flas.
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