Limited Fictional Transcendence.
He called out such a unique mixture of words and continued.
"States of matter…do not reject each other when my weavings are involved."
HUUM!
The line between fiction and reality was distorted and bent once more.
From Noah's body, a boundless force of multiple Pathways that others could not even imagine spilled out and pressed down onto the crackling mixture of matter that was seething with instability.
And instantly, it began to settle down.
…!
The deluge of shattered Pantheons and Omniverses was akin to a thick sea that mixed with a heavy white sea of Nihilos.
No sparks.
No rejection.
Under the intervention of the Protagonist, what was real and fiction was bent over and utterly shredded. As he stated with his involvent, these states of Matter did not reject each other!
It was a unique sensation of power that felt more like he was brute forcing his weavings to change things to how he would like them.
As if he was a unique existence living in a dinsion that he could consider half real and half false.
Half real, and half fiction.
And if he could easily distort what was fiction and what was real…
"Ah…"
He clutched his chest as he arrived here, feeling imnse pain as stellar gold tears began to flow from his eyes.
Pain!
As he felt this trendous pain, his Pathways were silent as they knew why!
They were him.
They knew that instinctively, this whole ti, Noah always looked for sothing exactly like this.
As the Protagonist, to transcend the weavings of what others knew, but he had never taken a step too far as this was still the weavings of existence he was born in!
And he was not alone.
He had family. He had friends.
He had a mother.
He had a son!
And yet at this mont, when his own weavings instituted Limited Fictional Transcendence, he was designating the very complexity of weavings around him as if they were fiction.
As if they were stories unfolding on a paper, and he was reaching a stage where he began to go above them- transcending what was known to be real as he deed it fiction!
What did this an for his Family?
When the day ca that Limited Fictional Transcendence beca Absolute Fictional Transcendence, would he apathetically look at his own son as if he were rely a one dinsional character in a landscape he could freely distort?
As if when he looked at the Infiniverse galos and those within it, they were akin to figures moving in a painting that he could easily flip and distort?
Would he consider himself the only one who was not fictitious while everything else could be bent and twisted as it existed in a lesser dinsion than him?!
He thought of all of this as his heart ached.
He knew that when he arrived at such a place, no matter how much he tried, he would be unbearably alone.
Unfathomably alone as with all that power, he would not even be capable of looking at others as his peers!
Would he still consider his mother to be his mother?
"Ah…" Tears fell from the Origin Sacred Primal galonian.
Tears fell from the 9th Infernal Ruler.
Tears fell from the True Emperor of Quintessence!
As he began attaining a stage he both hoped for and feared, his tears fell as he thought of the future! Pain coursed through him as in the next mont.
|Quintessence erges and cradles its veil around the fold of your weavings.|
|Quintessence pulls upon all currently enacted Pathways to True Sources and begins Severing its own Weavings.|
…!
Quintessence moved.
Rapidly.
Heavily.
Brilliantly.
|The Severed Weavings of Quintessence have attained their Final Severed State.|
|The Pathway leading to the True Source of Quintessence has opened.|
|Transcendence of Complexity should not an leaving and denigrating even that which molded you to be lesser.|
|The Pathway to the True Source of Quintessence looks at your Lineage, Bloodlines, and distinctions as it brings them all together under one banner.|
|The Power of Friendship has been triggered.|
|Through the Pathway to the True Source of Quintessence, the True Severed Origin Lineage of Osmont is coming to fruition!|
|A Lineage that leaves no one behind.|
|A Lineage of Osmont that, when it transcends, pulls all those under its banner forward.|
|All Bloodlines and distinctions are grouped under the banner of the True Severed Origin Osmontian!|
…!
Utter incandescence blood as a colorless brilliance erupted.
Not a Lineage of the Singed.
Not that of a galonian, nor Outerversal Morphon, nor anything else!
His own identity that would remain unblemished for ages to co.
A lineage based purely on him as it was he was the True Severed Origin Osmontian, as those he was entangled with would follow his Lineage! His weavings. His Transcendence.
BZZT!
Noah's visage was blanketed by dazzling white waves of Anti-Matter, as well as the stellar dark seas of Matter and Dark Matter.
He stood at the very center while the musings of the galos buzzed all around him.
On the Piece of a Spoke of the Wheel, the face of a white gold Eudemus looked at all of this with utter adoration and stupefaction.
He saw Matter.
He saw Dark Matter.
He saw Anti-Matter!
And it was all…coexisting so easily as if there was never a problem!
A problem that others could not solve no matter what.
At the end of the day, the answer was to simply seek complexity until one arrived at a point where they could just…tell the problem that it did not exist.
"…"
Old Man Eudemus had no words as his remnant will only stare!
A colorless brilliance of utter wonder spread out, everything being forced to attain a profound level of calm as the pain within the…True Severed Origin Osmontian slowly faded.
He saw things unbearably clearly.
He felt his Atlas of Existence that at this mont began to change, getting ready to accept another Source. He felt his connection to the Infiniverse galos and those within it whom his heart felt pained for.
And he disappeared right after!
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