An endless prison.
Bob was falling, physically and existentially, after reaching the True Frequency of the Singed through shocking ans.
Noah watched him, sensing the growing burst of complexity within and then spoke aloud.
"You might be able to get out if you shatter the other Dead Absolute Complex True Source of Existence. Or you might not. But if you do, all the cards you have will be lost. The feasibility of even getting close to what you want will be all but gone."
His voice echoed with quiet dread as Bob's form continued plumting into the Endless Ruin- Infinite Bastille.
Bob's face twisted in anguish, his voice a raw bellow.
"I just want to save her! I...just want her back! Why must Existence itself fight at every turn?!"
His mind hovered at the brink of collapse, his ntal state unraveling at the edges.
Noah stared, his body wrapped in the crimson allure of Ruination. Around him, a Pillar of Concordance of Ruination blood as he stood like a warden over the plumting being.
Elsewhere, another of Noah's bodies that had been perched atop the True Heart of Existence devouring everything it could flashed, now wrapped in obsidian-stellar light, glowing with the True Source of Existence.
He appeared directly above the Origin Singed who was smashed against a remnant Spoke of the Wheel, his chest liquefying in a necrotizing bloom as a shattered half of a white wheel was embedded within him and suppressing his very weavings of existence.
Noah's gaze was cold.
"Your return to the Wheel of Existence...did anything follow you? Did any Dead Thing slip through the Gateway Domus you protected?"
His eyes burned with restrained fury.
The Origin Singed roared his answer as he felt his weavings of existence collapsing.
"Two. Two Dead Things have entered!"
…!
Noah's expression turned soured, his words coming out freely.
"Fucking hell."
In solving one problem, they'd ushered in two more.
The Origin Singed looked to him with a face that mingled power, pain, and a strange apathy.
"The core of the Wheel must be protected. Nothing, not even you, should enter. The Wheel weaves as the Wheel weaves. Since you've stopped that Dead Thing from advancing, perhaps you are now the latest weaving. Protect it. I will…"
His words faltered, his existence crumbling with them.
Noah's voice cut through him like a blade.
"Shut the fuck up and clean up the ss you made."
HUUM!
His hand stretched forth, tendrils of obsidian-stellar light erupting as he grasped the necrotizing shard of the Wheel of Existence.
A black Pillar of Concordance crashed down, engulfing the entire region, bathing the white wheel and the bloodied figure of the pierced Origin Singed.
"Echoes of the Unwritten."
HUUM!
Noah's voice held no warmth as the weavings of Existence burst forth in magnificent wonder.
Power surged- power to undo, to redo- spilling over the Origin Singed. His horrific wounds began to reverse, the embedded white wheel slowly drawing itself out, suspended in air.
But as Noah rewound the attack, his weavings sensed sothing—a whisper of corruption nestled between the broken white wheel and the healing wound of the Origin Singed.
As the wound sealed, a silent, creeping infection remained- the will of the Great Usurper.
That white fragnt… it held countless dead souls, their essences already fading. They had been infected- tainted by the Great Usurper.
And when that Wheel fragnt embedded into the Singed, it had carried the Usurper's will straight into him.
Noah did not undo this.
As the wound sealed, a silent, creeping infection remained- the will of the Great Usurper.
Noah turned to the Origin Singed, his tone like frozen steel.
"Let's go fix your ss. Where are the two Dead Things you let through?"
The Origin Singed touched his chest, then cast his gaze toward the blazing crimson prison in the distance of the True Frequency of the Singed pulsing with eerie heat.
"I must protect this frequency before anything else. That is my—"
HUUM!
The very weavings of the True Source of Existence grew heavy around them as Noah stared, unblinking.
The undone weavings that had been vented were now being rewound. The shattered white Wheel of Existence, suspended in a sea of obsidian light, began gravitating back toward the Origin Singed's chest.
The wound reopened.
Necrotizing white blood again as the agony returned.
Noah repeated himself, unwavering.
"Let us go and fix your fucking ss."
This ti, it wasn't a suggestion.
It was a command.
The Origin Singed felt it- the threat in Noah's voice.
Far away, Elline of the First Fla and Mysara saw this unfolding and instinctively looked away.
The Origin Singed's expression remained placid as his gaze shifted to the imprisoned Bob, who howled within the Endless folds of Ruination.
He closed his eyes.
"The Wheel weaves as the Wheel weaves."
…!
A reluctant acceptance.
Noah began reversing events once more. The Singed's chest healed fully, the white Wheel fragnt retreating further.
But by doing so, Noah silently allowed the will of the Usurper to dig even deeper.
That being wrapped in gold and white fla cast one final look at Bob, then tore space open with his left hand, revealing a massive rift.
He stepped through it.
Noah followed.
They were heading toward the two Dead Things that had passed into the Wheel as consequence of the Singed's return.
What they left behind was a raging stellar obsidian Pillar of Concordance of Existence, containing a shattered white wheel spinning in silence.
What remained were Elline and Mysara, tending to the thousands of Singed whose existences had been scarred by that one suicidal command- to burn themselves for his cause.
They moved to care for the fallen as their expressions were extrely heavy as if they had to reflect and think back go everything they knew, while behind them...
Noah's other body remained.
Bathed in the crimson weavings of Ruination, standing as sentinel over the imprisoned Bob.
And upon his chest, a wondrous Affix of the Cradle of Purity blood, its light shining even as he stared down the Dead Thing trapped in the Endless Ruin.
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