More wonder blood before him!
|You have pioneered your own path like your predecessors. The distinction of an Early Creature resonates more clearly within you. The limitation of 81 Drops of Blood can now be exceeded. Once a Tower of Osmont is completed, the Heart of an Early Creature can begin to be ford. From this Heart, more blood may bloom. |
BOOM!
Noah’s breath steadied.
He watched as the Tower grew, its foundation now singing a tune none had heard before.
A new lody.
Born not from triumph, but from the ashes of everything lost!
The Living Wheel of Existence spun as sothing new was born.
Noah remained seated as if nothing within or around him had changed- his spine still straight, his shoulders still stilled, but within the heart of his Wheel, existence moved.
From the base of the Infinite Tower, other rubbles stirred.
Blood flowed- his blood- slowly, surely, across a sea of broken brilliance, each drop moving like a sentient current toward scattered shards of the past. Toward the remnants of other Towers.
They waited.
And then... awakened.
From the colorless remnants of the Tower of Quintessence, colorless fragnts rose and circled a lone droplet of blood before...
|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Quintessence have been ford from the shells of Mythic Living True Signatures of Quintessence.|
|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Quintessence are constructing the Early Sacred Living Quintessence Tower of Osmont centered around your Blood of an Early Creature.|
A pulse of deep cerulean light answered, and another Tower began to grow.
From the broken foundation of the Tower of Paradox, murky black and gold marble flickered in recognition, and then...
|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Paradox have been ford from the shells of Mythic Living True Signatures of Paradox.|
|The Early Sacred Living Eidolons of Paradox are constructing the Early Sacred Living Paradox Tower of Osmont centered around your Blood of an Early Creature.|
...!
The Towers began to rise.
Each one.
Slowly.
Gradually.
|Progress of the formation of Towers is slow and gradual due to lack of sufficient authority.|
Even if it was slow, they rose!
As if compelled not just by strength, but by inevitability.
His Wheel shuddered with their growing weight. With structure. With engineering. With control.
Noah’s expression remained serene.
This was not the sensation of dominance. This was deeper. Sharper. Like sliding into the bones of one’s rightful place in a machine they themselves had built. The crafting of sothing perfectly tuned to his essence. As if every choice, every failure, every drop of blood lost had led to this.
And still the prompts continued!
|Your Atlas is unfathomably bright.|
|Your Living Wheel of Existence begins its transformation under the light of a potent Early Creature.|
|The Early Atlas of the Folds is slowly being born.|
HUUM!
The Wheel spun faster.
Its gears unseen. Its pulse steady.
Noah felt Complexity and Purity rise by the hundreds of thousands with each breath. Not a surge. A quiet, deepening tide. The kind of change that whispered with magisterial glory!
And change needed fuel.
Without so much as opening his eyes, he lifted one hand. Half of the remaining Crownscale Glimr rose from the Wok in a burst of golden steam, hovering before him like a sacred offering.
He bit into it.
His jaw worked thodically as his throat flexed with each swallow. His aura flared not brightly, but primally. Wisps of multicolored luminance swirled around his seated form, shifting with the age of sothing that had seen countless weavings of existence and still remained unchanged.
The Towers responded!
The Wheel responded!
They spun faster.
Built stronger.
Every bite fueled evolution.
And all the while, Noah remained composed. Present. Sovereign.
His eyes were unfathomably bright as his hesrt buzzed with wonder at what was now blooming from destruction!
But far from the Early Veiled Shore...
Another Noah stirred.
—
Within the Living Origin Labyrinth near the Veiled Sunfolds.
In an isolated domain built from silence and golden mists, Noah stood, his forehead pressed softly to Sigrid’s, her dark and white strands of hair wrapping around his neck like silk vines refusing to let go.
Her body trembled.
Her face tensed, and she whimpered.
She had been like this since he began pouring his aura into her!
Her Tower of Origin was flaring with light, branches upon branches lighting up like stars blooming in unison. Her runes moved on her skin as if breathing.
And Noah... simply rested a hand against her head.
"You’re okay," he whispered, voice soft. "You’re okay now."
He didn’t know the pain she was feeling or why. But he had no desire to dissect it. Comfort cost him nothing.
His aura continued to pour into her.
And after doing so this whole ti, from the core of her Tower...
WU!
A new area lit up.
A section surrounded in densely-packed Glyphs.
The mont it blood...
BOOM!
White light.
Not warm. Not harsh.
But Living.
It roared out from her forehead, a beam bursting upward into the golden ceiling, tearing through the veil of the domain as though existence itself had cracked!
It wasn’t Origin.
It wasn’t Paradox.
It wasn’t Quantum, Dinsional, Emotive, Temporal, Law, Conceptual, Spiritual, or Elental!
It was not any of those.
It simply was.
The pressure of it was terrifying.
It pressed on Existence like the mory of a song not heard in a thousand lifetis. Sothing so old it felt new!
Noah’s eyes flickered up to the ceiling, drawn to the point where the beam had pierced the air as there, he saw sothing else.
Multicolored light shimred.
And from that bloom erged a small creature.
Fairy-like.
Wings crystalline, translucent like the first frost of dawn.
Her form radiated Living Origin Authority, but her expression was shaken as she looked downward at Sigrid.
Noah, still connected to her, felt the white light as though it were part of him. Felt its breath. Its intent.
Its loneliness.
A prompt blood before his eyes.
|You have co in contact with a Remnant Living Existential Authority that had long collapsed from the existence of even the Earliest Folds.|
...!
His eyes pulsed in genuine shock!
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