The expression of THE Dead Order carried mixture of recognition and dark amusent as she spoke.
"It really is that insane entity. Haha! Even if he currently inhabits Vessels and operates under suppression...whether imposed by Existence itself or through alternative chanisms, your positioning on the sa side of reality as that monster may indicate you don't possess much remaining ti to live."
Her voice took on a quality mixing genuine warning with schadenfreude.
"Don't believe him when he proclaims he won't terminate you, that you're rely designated as future fuel for THE Loom. Provoke him sufficiently, irritate him beyond his tolerance threshold, and you may find yourself joining on this side...crossing into The Lands of The Dead."
"Wouldn't that be delightful? Perhaps then you could finally explain why I sensed the unmistakable aura of a foreign Primordial Civilization emanating from you."
Her eyes narrowed with analytical intensity.
"It cannot genuinely be Primordial if it wasn't among the first fraworks to manifest. And since I do not recognize it from those earliest eras, it logically was not among the original formations. So you displaying that distinctive aura is paradoxical and should not be possible according to established principles."
At such pointed observation, Noah smiled with an expression mixing innocence and deflection.
"Perhaps you perceived sothing false...misidentification triggered by unusual circumstances. I suspect it was rely reflected light from Order itself, a residual signature from Sigrid's ongoing siphoning creating your uh...perceptual confusion. But I find myself curious
about sothing else entirely...
His voice shifted toward genuine interest.
"THE Primordial Civilization of Existence. Just contemplating its scope makes one feel infinitely small as... how did THE Living Paradox even possess sufficient audacity to oppose it directly and achieve successful outco?"
...!
His words caused THE Dead Order to pause montarily before she settled back upon her white throne.
She crossed her legs with regal gesture while placing her chin upon her hand, white Order pulsing around her with magnificent authority as she responded.
"THE Creature was unquestionably strongest among all of us. But his Everythings passed through Paradox during that initial distribution, and that transfer made Paradox significantly stronger than the rest of us...though even enhanced, he couldn't genuinely compare to THE Creature's overwhelming supremacy."
Her expression beca contemplative.
"So he plotted. He planned systematically across extensive duration. He turned multiple THE Living Existences against THE Creature through careful manipulation and whatever else. Many events transpired that a limited consciousness like yourself cannot fully comprehend through simple explanation. You are...tiny that way." Her voice intensified.
"But the ultimate result is this: Existence is asleep, Osmont. THE Primordial Civilization of Existence has been suppressed by THE Loom's combined authority. It will only fully awaken once more after The Fallout concludes. That is when the final confrontation to determine ultimate victor of the war between THE Living Paradox and THE Creature will transpire."
She leaned forward with emphasis.
"You, others like you, whatever Ways of Existence or Civilizations you walk..mall of it amounts to nothing compared to this fundantal conflict."
HUUM!
"You are spectators to grand existential drama, nothing more. You amount to nothing of consequence, and you will remain nothing regardless of your ambitious struggles. Do you fully comprehend that assessnt, or shall I repeat it with additional clarity, Little Thing?"
...!
Noah absorbed these potent waves of intelligence regarding THE Creature and THE Living Paradox with analytical focus, his mind
racing through implications.
Existence itself is asleep. Suppressed. Waiting to reawaken after The Fallout.
That explains why THE Creature hasn't simply resolved all conflicts through overwhelming force...he's constrained, diminished, operating at fraction of true capability...
On the opposite side of the transparent Veil, THE Dead Order's eyes pulsed with regality and concentrated power as she awaited response to her devastating assessnt.
Noah smiled calmly and finally replied with a tone mixing calmness and unshaken confidence:
"No, no, I comprehend completely Ma'am. You don't need to repeat for emphasis. Though I do have one additional question arising from your comprehensive explanation."
His eyes glead.
"So...if Primordial Civilizations possess the quality of Inevitability, if they cannot be destroyed regardless of applied force...how can one actually kill soone like THE Living Paradox? Or terminate existence
of soone like yourself? Or any others who lead these supposedly indestructible Primordial Civilizations?"
...!
Order scoffed at such inquiry as if the question itself demonstrated a fundantal misunderstanding.
"You imbecilic Little Thing. THE Living Paradox tried to kill , and here I manifestly am. He killed THE Living Origin and extracted her Heart of Origin, yet Origin remains present throughout existence. Diminished certainly. Suppressed without question. Collapsed systematically. But very much present and capable of eventual restoration."
Her voice carried absolute certainty.
"You cannot kill or any others leading Primordial Civilizations. There exists no thodology for achieving permanent termination of such beings. We are inseparable from principles we embody."
HUUM!
Her words landed with trendous weight, proclaiming absolute
invulnerability!
And at such declaration, Noah felt his existence buzzing as if imnse
and profound epiphany was blooming within his consciousness.
His Mana surged with euphoria as heavy, glorious drums began
beating in the surrounding space.
Drums heralding a Symphony of possibility!
The sense of revelation and euphoria surging within Noah during this mont of crystallizing insight caused a smile to begin forming across his features...an expression that started subtle but rapidly transford into sothing far more pronounced!
A sound of Symphony bood in the surroundings with tension-filled percussion that even THE Dead Order frowned upon hearing, recognizing sothing significant was occurring but unable to
identify precise nature.
And in the next mont, Noah began speaking with a voice carrying
the weight of revelation.
"Well what if..."
His expression transford into absolutely devilish smile, his
crystalline white teeth showing prominently in smile that mixed triumph with cruel understanding!
The smile carved across his features with sharp definition, each visible tooth adding to impression of soone who had just discovered checkmate in a ga an opponent believed unwinnable. His eyes blazed with the light of a predator recognizing vulnerability
in a supposedly invulnerable prey!
"What if you simply replace those Leaders of Primordial Civilizations? Can't kill them through conventional ans, so just systematically take their place. Claim their Civilizations as your own!"
His smile widened impossibly further.
"Is my Sigrid here not potentially going to accomplish exactly that
against you? She's siphoning your Civilizational Authority continuously, growing stronger while you proportionally diminish. Eventually she takes your place as undisputed holder of Order's
frawork, and after that transition completes..." He paused for devastating effect.
"You don't possess a Primordial Civilization of Order anymore,
soone else does! And at that juncture, you can die because you're no longer associated with any Primordial Civilization granting Inevitability! Your invulnerability vanishes the mont your frawork transfers to another vessel! Hmm...hmm!"
BOOM!
His expression radiated unfathomable devilish satisfaction as opposite
him, THE Dead Order's features transford into mask of utter rage, her composure shattering completely under the weight of his words!
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