The Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality.
This was the domain where the Great Beyonder resided.
Noah's weavings of existence trembled as the True Source of the Singed wrapped tightly around him—protecting him from the ravages of Causality itself. Upon his arrival, he felt his True Source being converged upon and pulled into this place with terrifying force.
It was as if the Source was being displaced, forced to exert its power only within the Infinite Ravines, and nowhere else.
He could resist it.
He knew that with his True Source Atlas of Existence, and the True Source of Existence itself, he might actually withstand this undeniable force—not because it was opposing his Source, but because it ensured that 99.9% of it would remain anchored in the endlessly vast regions of the Ravines, where even the concept of distance was a paradox.
But for now, he allowed himself to flow with it.
Within monts, his weavings buzzed, and he fully crossed from The Weave into a new domain.
A domain that instantly caused his True Source to flare, white-gold flas of the Singed erupting protectively around him as the atmosphere trembled with existence-altering force.
"This…"
…!
He heard his voice.
But he hadn't opened his mouth yet.
His lips parted only a breath later, and in that mont, he understood.
He had truly arrived in the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality.
The effect had occurred before the cause.
He heard himself before speaking.
And more than that—if his True Source hadn't instinctively enveloped him, his weavings of existence would already be destabilizing. Ti flowed in every direction here. Without protection, the Wild True Source of this domain would begin to unravel a being, regressing them to the point they'd never even been born!
HUUM!
His surroundings buzzed with the weight of compressed paradox.
Then slowly…they ca into focus.
Noah stood upon a field of stellar grains, silver-purple sands that shimred like ground-down stars.
All around him…
Shattered Crystalline galos Seas floated in space. Rivers and waterfalls surged upward from them—flowing into the skies, crashing into floating landmasses and suspended lakes.
And the sky…
The Weaver of Existence buzzed loudly, displaying exactly what Noah was seeing.
[Skies of the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality. A do of reflected true and false futures of causality. So are real. Others are deceptive, born from the Wild True Source of Causality.]
…!
Above, light-years away, layers of complex illusions pulsed constantly.
So showed the lands breaking apart in one tiline. Others showed them untouched. And others still…showed himself.
Illusory figures of Noah appeared in the distant skies, flickering across divergent threads and possibilities.
One scene showed his golden flaming robes fluttering—then unraveling, along with his body.
Another showed him flying through the Cascade, only to be struck with the terrifying consequence of failure here.
Chrono-Fragntation.
In that thread, his mind and existence were pulled into infinite possibility loops, spiraling endlessly into what-ifs until even his weavings began to collapse in on themselves.
Yet another illusory thread showed him standing still as a dark-haired woman materialized beside him, scoffing.
Her voice arrived before her figure.
And then…
He heard a voice that was oddly familiar.
"My dear Wild True Source of Causality… I thought we were getting along by now. I've grown immune to your complexity after all these years. Why try to unravel my weavings again?"
"Now you bring the causality of the one man I've been with after eons? To what, trigger an emotional fluctuation? You should know I'm not so weak woman. That man hasn't been critical to for eons, and even if he knows so good tricks with Dual Cultivation, I'll be fine even if he was gone. You don't need to use his image to deceive ."
…!
The voice of the Great Beyonder echoed into Noah's ears before she'd even arrived.
She was clearly being drawn in by the presence of a dazzling True Source that shouldn't be here.
And yet…she didn't believe it was him.
She believed it was just another trick of reversed causality—another illusion from the Hollow Cascade ant to manipulate her.
BZZT!
Just ahead of Noah, standing on the shimring sands of stellar grains…
A gorgeous figure erged, radiating terrifying waves of complexity.
Her complexity felt vastly greater than Noah's in this mont—both pure and intricately woven.
And it all converged into a single woman:
Dark hair. Equally dark eyes.
A vivacious form wrapped in a stellar obsidian robe that glowed with trillions of True Source runes.
Her face carried the tiless weight of ancient beauty and age. As she appeared, she crossed her arms, shaking her head.
Her lips began to move—but Noah had already heard the words. Seconds ago.
Thanks to the temporal disarray of this place.
Her body shimred with waves of her True Source as she stepped forward—defying the flow of reversed causality.
Noah prepared to hear her again before she even spoke. He didn't like this disjointedness.
His True Source of the Singed pulsed violently as it began burning away the interference in nearby reality. It scorched through the local reversal of speech, syncing future audio to match the present mont.
Like editing a future echo to match current lips, the effect stabilized.
And her words finally flowed in sync with her voice.
"I have to give it to you, Causality," she said with a smile, "you captured everything about him very well. But your illusions only work when a trace will of mine isn't standing beside the subject inside the weavings of the Wheel itself."
She stepped closer.
Her complexity spilled out like dark crimson waves, ford from trillions of floating Runes—each capable of erasing what she still believed to be an illusion.
But Noah simply smiled.
He didn't respond.
Not here.
Not in this region of the Infinite Ravines.
Instead, he used his body within the Amarantos Dream, where her Trace Will existed—and asked her.
"What if I really am right there with you… in the Hollow Cascade of Reversed Causality?"
…!
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