And in the midst of all this…
"Don't announce my ti of death just yet, Outsider."
…!
WAA!
A weak voice echoed out!
It was weak, but there.
The silence that fell upon the Shore was heavy, suffocating.
The air itself seed to have stopped its flow, holding its breath in the face of what had just transpired.
Across the golden sands, every being stood frozen, a tableau of somberness and shock etched upon their faces!
All eyes were on the small figure of Khor, now a delicate, broken feather drifting down from the sky.
Noah, his own body afla with a searing, unfamiliar pain, moved with a grace born of lividity.
He flew upward, his tyrannical will overcoming the agony that threatened to unmake him. He reached for her, his arms an anchor in the maelstrom of his own suffering.
As his hands closed around her, a faint sense of life, a weak spark of her imnse being, returned to him.
He cradled her, his gaze sweeping over her riddled body, which seed to be made of shattered starlight and obsidian shards. Her skin, once so vibrant, was now a pale, desolate canvas of countless wounds.
He looked into her eyes, and there, amidst the fracturing of her consciousness, he saw a weak smile.
"I won't be leaving just yet, Outsider," she whispered, her voice a brittle echo of its forr power. "I told you existence was unfair, I just did not expect to be used as an example so soon to make this point."
Her words, though weak, carried the familiar weight of her ancient wisdom.
He held her close, ignoring the constant, burning agony that coursed through his existence- a pain that felt as if his very soul was being set afla to satiate the monstrous curiosity of a being he had never even t.
He looked up at the sky, his eyes, filled with a primal, untad fury, affirming that nothing else could possibly co down!
The tyranny in his gaze was a physical force, a silent promise of vengeance against a foe who had, with a single, idle act, reduced him to this state of burning agony.
In his arms, Khor's voice, though still weak, echoed out again. "That authority, that attack really, was a cognizant bundle of Authority that Gilgash left out countless years ago in the Earliest Folds…after your departure from the Verdant Eternia Tribe. It held no more true cognizance and was not even connected to him anymore as he won't even know that it finally found its target cycles of ti later. You and your Early Veiled Shore… should be safe, Outsider."
…!
She continued to speak, her voice fading in and out like a dying ember. "I just got back, swallowing sothing filled with identity and purpose like that authority of Gilgash was akin to my existence taking in sothing it could not fully contain early. It was painful, but after my existence stabilizes, my Hunger will digest what I swallowed as I will be greater than I was before. Existence is unfair, yes, but all those points of hardships will also pave way for opportunity. This will be mine. For you… a bit of that authority still touched you as it should be limiting your existence trendously, but even that… could be an opportunity. You just have to find out how to make that pain into opportunity."
He held her figure close, his eyes burning with a terrible resolve!
Around them, the others slowly began to stir, their shock giving way to a dawning comprehension of what had just occurred.
They gathered around Noah and Khor, a circle of silent, grieving protectors!
Khor, seeing their solemn faces, smiled faintly.
"Why are you gathering as if there is a funeral? Go on and go back to doing your things."
"…"
An imnse silence remained.
The Shore, once so vibrant, seed to have been muted, its light dimd by a shared horror.
It was then that a figure, cloaked in a blinding white light, moved through the crowd.
Sigrid, her forehead still split, the Eye of Order pulsating with a brilliant, cold light, knelt down beside Khor.
Her gaze was steady, unwavering, and as she spoke, her voice carried the weight of a fundantal law. "Since you seek to stabilize your existence before you can process what you hungered… then I shall impose that stability. If I cannot do it, am I truly Order?"
BOOM!
A terrifying white light, a beam of pure, absolute Order, erupted from the eye on Sigrid's forehead.
It bathed Khor in its brilliance, the weavings of THE Living Order truly and fully drenching one of the oldest Inevitabilities in existence.
Sigrid's voice rang out, a command that reality itself would obey. "Be ordered. Be stable!"
The brilliant light paved the way for glory.
Khor's body illuminated, the countless wounds on her disappearing as her form began to float and shine with waves of pure, obsidian light.
The process of her healing, of her reconstitution, was underway, a testant to the power of Order imposed upon chaos.
Khor's form, now floating in a cocoon of obsidian light, began to heal.
She shook her head, a soft, tired sigh escaping her lips.
She looked at Sigrid and Noah, her voice a brittle whisper, "When sothing heavy occurs, turn them into gains and keep moving forward. My existence is digesting the hunger right now and moving forward, what about you all?"
Noah listened to her words, the burning pain of the curse a constant reminder of his helplessness.
He looked down at Khor, at the small figure that had given up so much for him, and his eyes blazed with a profound, tyrannical fury!
His gaze swept over the others, his people, his family, who had risked everything for him.
"I do not know Gilgash," Noah's voice rang out, his words a terrifying, imposing declaration against all of existence.
"I do not know whether Gilgash is alive or dead. But whether alive, whether dead, I swear upon my own existence itself that I will be the one… to collapse the weavings of Existence of The First Leader, Gilgash! That… is a promise!"
BOOM!
He spoke the words as if he were swearing them on his own existence, and all of surrounding existence listened.
Khor heard them. All others present heard them. The promise hung in the air, a physical weight of vengeance and fury.
Noah's gaze remained bright as he turned to look at all of those who had risen to defend him.
His eyes fell upon his mother, Alia Osmont, who, upon seeing his livid gaze, sighed tenderly and did not tell him to calm.
She instead nodded with a fierceness that matched his own, her eyes flashing with a tyrannical fury.
Noah nodded in return. He would make good on his promise.
He began to walk towards the corpse of the ape, where Ozymandias was still intricately connected.
He closed his eyes, feeling the relentless, burning hum of the curse spreading across his existence, a constant reminder of Gilgash's power.
A curse? On his existence? His eyes flashed with a tyrannical light.
He would not stand for this. Existence was unfair? Okay! He would show existence just how unfair he could be!
As he stood before Ozymandias, waves of tyranny rose over his body like never before.
He locked eyes with his other self, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "Hunger for the restraints that bind . Devour… this miserable curse of The First Leader!"
HUUM!
He would use his own weavings to unmake a curse placed upon him, a final act of defiance against a universe that sought to humble him.
As he stood there, his body filled with a burning, terrible resolve, thousands of tentacles from Ozymandias ca to surround him, eager to obey their Master's will!
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