Red marks appeared across his luminous form...not wounds, but evidence of education forcibly imparted. They seed to exist outside his body’s natural regeneration, as if the lessons they represented were too important to be healed away.
PAH!
|You will rember this mont every ti you consider acting without honor.|
By the end, Altheon gazed at Noah and the stick with the kind of fear typically reserved for forces of nature!
He understood now, with terrible clarity, that this simple tool could do sothing far worse than kill him...it could make him understand himself!
Noah nodded with satisfaction, lowering the Goad. He didn’t ntion that Altheon’s cri had been attempting to kill one of his bodies days ago. The lesson had been delivered; the specifics were irrelevant.
"Pick him up until he recovers," he said to Thessaly, his tone brooking no argunt.
The Honored Living Existence nodded frantically, her wings fluttering as she approached Altheon’s trembling form. She stared at the red marks covering his body with horrified fascination. They defied every law of regeneration she understood. Would they even heal? Or would they remain as permanent reminders of education forcibly received?
With that matter settled, Noah moved to stand beside Sigrid, taking her hand with gentle certainty. Her fingers intertwined with his without hesitation, though her expression carried questions she wouldn’t voice in present company.
"Let’s see what else is in this place" he said, his stern deanor softening into sothing warr. "Afterwards, I need to bring you to my place. My ho."
...!
Behind them, Titano’s enthusiasm returned full force, apparently unaffected by witnessing Altheon’s discipline. "Will Titano get to visit as well???"
Noah glanced back with a genuine smile. "Of course, Brother. And I’ll make sure to prepare a feast."
The giant’s eyes lit up with joy that could have powered Wheels.
With renewed purpose, they delved deeper into the twisted passages of the Doorway to the Loom, leaving behind a thoroughly educated Pri Living Origin and a fairy who would think very carefully before crossing Noah!
---
In another Doorway entirely, past a bronze tear that had opened due to the resonance of ancient authorities, Alexander Asmodeus stepped into a realm that ti had forgotten.
The Desiccated Sleeping Shore stretched before them like the graveyard of dreams. The sands, which should have been golden, were ash-gray, as if all color had been leached away by eons of abandonnt. The sky above held no sun, no stars, only a uniform grayness that seed to press down with the weight of forgetting.
Hundreds of dead trees dotted the landscape, their branches reaching toward nothing, their bark preserved in death like monunts to what had once been. Ancient structures rose from the sands...abodes and towers that looked as if they had been beautiful once, before ti and desertion had worn them down to skeletal remains.
Royal Law Tristesse approached one of the structures with professional curiosity, reaching out to test its integrity. Her hand, wreathed in Law Authority that could reshape reality, t the worn stone. Nothing happened. She pressed harder, her power flaring. The structure didn’t even acknowledge her attempt!
"Indestructible," she murmured with genuine surprise. "Whatever force preserves this place transcends current understanding."
Alexander moved deeper into the Shore, drawn by instincts he didn’t fully understand. His Enneagram, the nine-pointed star on his chest, began to spin with increasing speed. As he neared certain areas, debris that looked like nothing more than dust and fragnts suddenly animated, flying toward him as if magnetized.
A piece of what might have been pottery. A fragnt of crystallized wood. Each item was absorbed directly into his Enneagram, disappearing into whatever space existed within that geotric impossibility.
The sa phenonon occurred with Seraphina, her own Enneagram drawing different fragnts, as if each piece knew exactly where it belonged.
They continued deeper, past collapsed buildings that might have been hos, past dried fountains that might have once held Sacred Waters. The desolation was complete, yet sohow budding with possibility.
Then, as Alexander’s Enneagram absorbed what looked like the hand of an ancient clock, dust cascaded from above as a dirty gray cloth slid off a torn wall.
What was revealed made Seraphina scream, stumbling backward in fear!
A head.
Massive, bisected, yet sohow preserved in perfect, horrible detail. The eyes still burned with rage that had transcended death, frozen in eternal fury. The mouth gaped open in a scream that had lasted eons, teeth visible like monunts to violence.
It was an Early Creature!
This was all that remained of an Early Creature in its own Shore...a head that radiated such terrible presence that even in death, even bisected and abandoned, it made their hearts fill with dread that transcended rational fear.
Alexander maintained his composure through will alone, though sweat beaded on his forehead as he gazed upon this testant to ancient catastrophe.
Their Enneagrams blazed simultaneously, and prompts appeared.
|Synchronized Enneagram Activation Possible. While connected, the holders of the Enneagram fragnts can induce a mory replay within the preserved consciousness of the Early Creature. This mory will reveal the locations of the Early Tool fragnts of THE Living Law.|
|Connection Requirent: Physical and energetic synchronization between Enneagram holders.|
...!
Alexander’s expression grew heavy as the implications settled. Seraphina’s eyes opened wide, understanding exactly what "connected" ant in this context.
She peeked over at Alexander to see his expression!
Alexander... couldn’t help but rember Noah’s words in Aeternitas Concordia. His gaze grew even more clouded as he looked at Seraphina, whose expression mixed embarrassnt with sothing deeper.
Sothing...had to be done as too much was at stake!
---
In the Transcendent Spiritual Folds, existence took on properties that had more to do with thought than substance.
The Great Usurper floated without determined form, his consciousness spread across multiple probability states as he let the currents of Living Spiritual Authority carry him where they would. The sights were marvelous...thoughts given architecture, emotions crystallized into landscapes, concepts that had learned to dream.
He humd contentedly, the sound reverberating through dinsions of pure consciousness.
With casual interest, he pulled up his Idle Gaming System interface, noting the golden glow on the [Transcendent Spiritual Folds Living Existential Dungeon] icon.
Ti to collect his idle rewards!
Golden brilliance erupted around him as the system processed his accumulated gains.
|Idle Loot Obtained!|
[ 10 Pri Living Spirit Shards (Collect 100 to summon a Pri Living Spirit Idle Soldier)], [ 1 Honored Living Spirit Shard (Collect 100 to summon an Honored Living Spirit Idle King)], [ 20 Living Existence Upgrade Crystals], [ 5 Bottles of Liquified Consciousness], [ 3 mory Palace Blueprints], [ 1 Seed of the Primordial Spirit Tree], [ 1 Trillion Idle EXP]
...!
The Great Usurper examined each reward with great interest, but it was the seed that truly captured his attention. He pulled it from his system space, the object materializing as sothing between light and thought.
[Seed of the Primordial Spirit Tree] :: A seed that predates the division between consciousness and substance. When planted in appropriate soil, will grow into a tree that produces Spirit Fruits. Each fruit grants permanent increase Living Existential Authority, 100,000,000 in Complexity and Purity, and entrance into a unique state of mind.
Planting Requirents: Soil blessed by an Early Creature, watered with Sacred Waters, tended by one who understands the nature of divided existence
Growth Ti: 1,000 years (acceleratable through specific thods)
...!
The Great Usurper appreciated the seed’s potential, but shook his head with wry amusent. He didn’t have what it took to plant such a thing. Who in existence did? Early Creature? What even was that?
He thought for a bit.
Then mory struck like lightning.
Osmont.
That ridiculously overpowered being who had once ntioned, almost as an afterthought, that when everything was over and done, he actually wanted to be a farr.
The Great Usurper laughed, the sound rippling through spiritual dinsions. Had Osmont ever worked toward that dream? Could the man who seed capable of anything actually be sowhere, tending to crops as a re farr?
Maybe he would be able to utilize this seed.
After all, what was more fitting than a farr receiving seeds that could reshape existence itself?
User Comments
0 comments from readers