Be true.
He spoke grandly like a teacher addressing a student. Like a blacksmith commanding their hamr. Like his very existence was summoning the weavings of the Singed to take their next step forward!
And in the true Frequency of the Singed, a profound change began to bloom as countless eyes turned toward it.
The Remnant Weavings of the Origin Singed looked on, seated atop a silver-white spoke over the Wheel.
The figures of Elline of the First Fla and Mysara floated in the distance, near the True Heart of Existence. Their Sources thrumd and resonated as they turned their gazes toward Noah.
Everyone could feel it- sothing was about to happen, even if they didn't know what.
And the man atop the trunks of the Aorta of the True Heart of Existence stopped breathing in those terrifying, pure white flas and blood. His body radiated a pulse of unfathomable light.
He floated, wrapped in grandeur as white flas and shimring seas of purity spun around him, encircling freely.
A mont of peace. Of raw and Quintessential power.
And then…
DUM!
Like the beating of a celestial heart, Noah raised his leg and took a step forward.
As though he were walking a path- a sacred road he had built himself!
He had walked this pathway for so long. He had constructed it with his own hands, with countless authorities and treasures from boundless Sources.
And now, this final step…this was the step Existence would witness.
They saw only that step. None of the storms it took to reach this point. None of the trials and tribulations!
Only the movent.
And with that single step, from one end of the path to the other…
BOOM!
His body was consud in a dazzling bloom of white-gold fla thay covered everything.
The flas swallowed even the True Heart of Existence! They engulfed Elline and Mysara!
They stretched outward for a full light-year, a storm of power impossibly vast and endlessly complex!
"Ah…"
Elline and Mysara felt their own weavings buzz violently as they were subjugated by waves of purification, their complexities beginning to surge uncontrollably.
The fla that blood from Noah was so intricate, so pure, that even the distant form of the Origin Singed stood, no longer seated.
He stared ahead, eyes gleaming, as he and countless others bore witness to the ergence…of a True Source.
A True Source of the Singed, born in a fashion never seen before.
HUUM!
| The Pathway to the True Source of the Singed has been walked. |
| At the end of the pathway, you have obtained the True Source of the Singed. |
| The complexity of your existence has undergone a significant advancent as a new milestone has been achieved. |
Complexity!
A strange, curious thing to try and asure.
The complexity of a Source was unlike anything else as it varied depending on the one who walked the path.
Countless beings had co before Noah as many had walked their own roads and beco Lesser, Greater, or Pri Sources.
And yet Noah's path was sothing else entirely. His Source was different! So vastly different from all who ca before him.
Within a certain Mundi of Power in the True Source Atlas of Existence, a fla blood that was so blindingly bright that the mont it was born, it spread across the entire wheel-like structure of the Atlas.
It touched the other Mundis of Power. It perated all of Noah's existence.
And then…
| Quintessence welcos the ergence of the first True Source. |
| Infinity welcos the ergence of the first True Source. |
| Cheats welcos… |
The True Flas of the Singed surged and everything welcod their ergence.
And as the flas spread
| The True Source of the Singed declares that no Severed Weavings shall remain in the body of the True Severed Origin Osmontian unless they have begun their Pathway to the True Source. |
…!
Noah possessed many concepts that had been severed by the Singed.
They had contributed 54 Severings to each weaving once they reached their halfway point. Now, with this pathway completed and a True Source attained, the Singed would continue its Severings.
In one sweeping motion…it would push them all 27 more tis until every single one reached the Final Severed State!
Until they achieved 81 Severings and opened their own Pathways.
His Source of Ingeniare.
His Weavings of Paradox, Uncertainty, Farming, and so many more.
All would enter the Final Severed State.
All would begin their journeys toward becoming Pathways.
The bloodlines, distinctions, and weavings under the True Severed Origin Osmontian would form their own Pathway to a True Source.
The identities of Weaver of Existence and Extremity, they too would attain their Final Severed States.
Even the concepts themselves- of Extremity and Existence, were drawn in.
HUUM!
| The Severed Weavings of Existence itself begin to edge toward the Final Severed State and attain their Pathway to the True Source of Existence through the flas of the Singed. |
…!
Existence.
A terrifying concept.
Difficult to raise, even with the rarest of resources or loot.
It was never selected by the Limited Infinitum Weaving of Complexity.
Never caught in the calculations of the Golden Ratio.
It had only ever been slowly elevated bit by bit by the Singed.
And now, brought to its fifty-fourth Severing by that sa fla, it surged toward its final Severing.
What it's Pathway would bring, what the True Source of Existence would beco…Noah could only imagine.
But in that mont as his existence evolved to a shocking new stage of complexity, as the True Source of the Singed erged…
Every part of him was pulled forward.
Willing or not.
His rising existence exploded with acceleration, and the many, many aspects that composed him surged as each went towards becoming a Pathway!
The weight of it all was tyrannical.
BOOM!
The massive fla cloaking him seethed, roared, trembled.
And in the distance, even the standing Origin Singed bore a look of wariness at the impossible purity now whirling around Noah like a storm forged by the purest of Existence itself!
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