A Wheel of Existence fractured and tore as it underwent a shocking apocalypse.
Noah, across countless bodies scattered through the Wheel, witnessed the unraveling in real ti.
In one region, he observed it beside Ruination and the Infiniverse, their weavings isolated and protected, untouched by the transforming tide of death.
Another of his bodies stood anchored within the True Frequency of the Singed, locked in a dinsional snare layered with Existential Dinsional Lattices.
It was terrifying.
This weaving of existence didn't resemble a Wild True Source or a typical domain. It pulsed as a constantly shifting, ever-changing sequence of existence, a structure that followed its own intricate logic, woven with a terrifying level of complexity.
None of his current True Sources- at least, not in their present forms, could pierce or unravel this prison.
But Noah wasn't like others.
He didn't just wield True Sources.
He carried things others couldn't even comprehend- Living True Sources that now converged within the core of his Living Wheel, rging to birth sothing paradoxical.
While one body of his endured the suppression of a Primarch's dinsional snare, another stood within the Pri Frequency of the End.
And yet another…was watching the collapse of the Wheel from within Hell Terra Firma.
A place devoid of authority' where even now, cracks spidered across its structure like the rest of the collapsing Wheel, as if it too was bound for death.
It was.
Or rather- it was supposed to be.
…!
Noah's body stood rooted in that dazzling Frequency, his eyes buzzing.
The destruction ant to overtake Hell Terra Firma...
BOOM!
...was rejected.
Annulled.
As if even the Breaking of the Wheel could not shatter this place.
Noah blinked in disbelief as, in the next mont, sothing critical shifted.
The once-dead grayness of Hell Terra Firma, bathed by his True Sources and tinted faintly with color, suddenly pulsed—and then…
It wiped everything away.
Color drained.
The pristine gray returned, cleaner than before.
And then...
BOOM!
A terrifying gray radiance exploded outward.
It surged, then constricted, changing and compressing everything.
The land. The sky. All of it folded in on itself with alarming speed.
Within monts, the imasurable expanse of Hell Terra Firma compressed, shrinking into sothing no larger than…
Nine inches.
…!
Nine inches!
Noah floated in the void of a decaying, dead Weave.
All that remained of Hell Terra Firma was a gray rectangular object- dense with countless intricate lines and a complexity beyond comprehension.
He warped beside it, stunned.
The Frequency that had once stood connected to all others across the Wheel…was now this.
Countless beings had perished within its before. Only those with power, True Sources or those who surpassed the threshold like him, had even survived here.
Now, with the Wheel breaking, this Frequency had beco a nine-inch artifact.
Noah reached for it.
It was…unfathomably heavy.
A tenth as dense as his Infiniverse Wheel of Existence.
Even a Harmonized Sourcebound Icon would fail to lift it, overwheld by its Complexity and Purity.
But for Noah, it was bearable.
He grasped it carefully, scanning every surface with narrowed eyes.
The Living True Source of Infinity buzzed in his palms as it flowed into the object.
No dazzling reaction.
Only a faint absorption- briefly, the rectangle glowed a soft blue.
Then nothing.
"…"
He held it tight and...
BZZT!
...tried to break it in half.
It didn't budge.
The structure was too deeply layered, too complex. Even his strength couldn't fracture it.
He shifted strategies.
Holding it in one hand, he summoned the Living True Source of the Singed. Countless miniature white-gold wheels flared to life around the artifact.
And still, it didn't burn.
Instead… it devoured the flas and glowed white-gold for a heartbeat.
"…"
Noah's eyes glead.
The object absorbed True Source energy and refused to yield under force.
Which could only an one thing.
"No way, right?"
Could this be the very thing Bob was searching for?
The item that the Mawbearers of the Hollow Concord of Nullity hoped to find alongside him?
They had labeled him a "True Favored Living Thing." But they didn't understand.
He wasn't favored.
He was the Protagonist- his weavings ensured he'd be entangled in wonders far beyond his understanding.
He didn't need favor.
His existence alone let him shine brighter than any so-called Chosen.
But this object, this nine-inch artifact ford from the remains of Hell Terra Firma, might actually be connected to that.
He was only speculating, of course.
Because even with his power as a Weaver of Existence, soone who could easily decipher a Primarch's na and threading…
He could glean nothing from this artifact.
Nothing at all.
Bob had been looking for this as he had actually been locked within it!
But...even he did not know what he was looking for!
Noah's eyes flared.
"I will call you…the Gray Key."
HUUM!
What had once been Hell Terra Firma…was now an artifact.
An intricate, impossible, nine-inch object Noah had nad the Gray Key.
What it opened—what it contained—remained a mystery.
But Noah would find out.
It absorbed power, which ant if it wasn't activating now, his own energy simply wasn't pure or complex enough yet.
But he had infinite quantities.
And he would continue to grow.
In Complexity. In Purity.
It was only a matter of ti.
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Around the mont Noah obtained the Gray Key, deep within the endless Nullvein Gravewake Folds, near the very Wheel of Existence now breaking...
The allure of a massive white-gold Wheel shimred and dimd as it fractured. Dead weavings surged outward, wild and unbound.
Then...
BZZT!
The folds twisted and rippled.
A terrifying aura blood- a presence unfurling itself like a stormfront.
That of a Primarch.
But this one burned bright.
No essence of a Dead Thing lingered in her.
She was a Living Thing.
A Living Primarch of Complexity and Purity.
BOOM!
The Folds splintered as she arrived, and a rupture tore through space, weaving streams of forgotten ti into a spiraling cascade of violet echoes.
Her arrival wasn't loud, but the Gravewake Folds trembled.
"Haa… haa! Shit!"
She gasped, breath ragged.
Purple smoke clung to her form like spectral threads, whispering stories of eons both lived and yet to co. Her ergence was a paradox- ancient and newborn, like she had slipped into a place she was never ant to be!
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