A road was half walked as because of it…
|The Flas of the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed are able to purify and Sever all parts of your Existence up to the 54th Severing.|
…!
Yes.
All parts of his were capable of being severed 27 tis through the Singed before.
And now…this was elevated to 54!
It would be a thorough elevation all around.
An increase in complexity that would be heavy!
|Embers of the True Source of the Singed converge around you in even greater complexity and concentration as at this mont, your Embers can singe other lifeforms and transform their weavings to more heavily revolve around your flow of existence. Their complexity will be transford, and they gain a benefit from the Pathway to the True Source of the Singed.|
…!
More and more wonders ca with his flas as the Flas of the Wheel of Existence could enact a Lineage of Singed. Now…so could he!
His own Singed of Existence.
He felt like there was much to be done as he pulled along the captures Ashmole, waves of mories surging into his mind regarding all the things across frequencies that this Alchemist did, as well as everything he knew.
As he did this, the Source of the Eldritch Expanse within him buzzed as it affird that Absolute Unidemic Existence Pathogenesis had spread out across the expanse, altering the channeling of the True Source of all entities it ca across while those deed enemies were currently in the sa state as Ashmole!
After he finished draining out all the weavings of this Alchemist, he planned to let his vibrant complexity fall under the allure of the Pathway to the True Source of Loot. All would occur in due ti.
But as he moved, he already gave the command.
"Begin the elevation of all True Severed Weavings towards the 54th Severing."
WAA!
His Atlas pulsed as a Mundi within it burned furiously.
Thereafter, fiery tendrils of white gold flas began to spread out all across his weavings of existence as burning Embers crackled, a heavy light of purification spreading out!
All weavings that had not attained their Final Severed State and opened up their pathway were about to beco ever closer as everything would be purified upwards!
His Eyes.
His Wings.
The main concepts under the banner of the Conceptual System of Existence.
Uncertainty. Relativity. Continuity.
Even the very Ordinance of Existence itself that Noah was expectant of.
Existence.
If it could attain a Final Severed State and open up a Pathway to the True Source of Existence…just what would the end result be? He thought of many things and moved with a great deal of possibilities as at this mont, he felt like a hurried farr who had to move to tend to many crops!
As flas furiously burned and elevated many things across his weavings, his other bodies continued to move.
In the junction where three galos t.
Ozymandias stepped out countless black and white tentacles that stretched out across the Frequency as he gazed towards the Great Mother and others who had returned to their own cognizance.
They looked towards him in shock as they could sense sothing was different, but they did not know exactly what!
Ozymandias looked at them as white gold flas began to burn over his hand.
"You closely followed the legend and weavings of the Beyonder as initially, I did not deny them. But now, only my weavings remain prevalent as I ask…do you wish to fully co under my banner?"
A grandiose question.
One that the Great Mother's tentacles vibrated with fervor as she was the first to bend down!
"For the Protagonist!"
WAA!
For the Protagonist, she said.
Others who already saw the terrifying power he portrayed thought about the Great Beyonder and all the things promised for the galos Beyond that were still unfolding as one by one…they all bent their wills towards Ozymandias!
Not the Instrunt.
Not the Inheritor of the galos.
But Ozymandias!
In the seas of stellar black waves of radiance, Ozymandias nodded gloriously.
"Very well."
HUUM!
Flas burned furiously around his body as, at this mont, they began to wash out like cleansing flas of purification all around him- their range extending outwards as its goal was to eventually cover all of galos Beyond.
Ozymandias looked at this with a sense of majesty as he proclaid.
"From this day forth, the Outerversal Morphons of the galos Beyond shall beco the Singed of the True Severed Origin Osmontian!"
WAA!
A heavy proclamation of change.
Change that would cover all of galos Beyond!
They began by toughing the infinity symbol of tentacles that was the Great Mother, her stellar black appearance trembling as her complexity exploded upwards, bands of white and gold appearing around her!
It was an advent of fantastical changes.
And as such, changes occurred here.
Far from this location, in the distant Frequency of Aqua affected by Bob, another one of Noah's bodies stood beside the Queen of Matter as he called out loudly.
"Absolute Unidemic Existence Pathogenesis."
He called out lightly as around him, millions of thin white and black lines exploded, and they caused the Queen of Matter to yelp as she moved away while looking towards him in shock.
"Sir Osmont…you're a fan of tentacles too? Just what are you doing right now? I'm getting different musings from the state of matter as even they can barely make heads or tails of what is going on…"
His number one fan asked such a question as Noah watched the millions of thin black and white tentacles explode into billions as they turned invisible and stretched out across the Frequency of Aqua.
The blue waters around him gave him a sense of peace and serenity as he replied slowly.
"I am patching up all the areas that an entity with a Dead True Source is destroying. In the coming days…I will face him once again as, at that ti, I do not know how many frequencies will have been affected and what all of this will boil down to. But as always…the answer is complexity. If there is a sufficient amount of complexity…even the strongest enemies can be extinguished with but a thought."
WAA!
As he said such words, he knew them to be true as did he not just defeat an Alchemist that had beco a True Channeler by utilizing things the Alchemist didn't even think of!?
In all of existence, so long as the complexity was right….anything was possible.
He said such words simply, but the Queen of Matter who heard them nodded religiously before she began to write them down!
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