His voice echoed across the Early Veiled Shore with finality after he gave the order.
The Primus Inevitabilities replied with fervor that made the crystalline continent tremble.
A million of them rose up from their ranks, their armored forms pulsing with readiness as they declared with unified voices:
"We shall execute your mandate with absolute dedication! The Folds shall know the touch of Infinite Hunger! The Collapsed Regions shall witness the light of Infinite Mana! The Wandering Territories shall tremble before our passage! We shall locate the vessels of the enemy and mark them for your judgnt! We shall find the Collapsed Civilizations and bring them word of your ergence!"
Their voices were deep, heavy, and buzzing in a glorious unison. The final declaration rang out.
"For the glory of the Primordial Civilization! For the restoration of what was stolen! For the ergence of Infinite Hunger! We move as one! We fight as one! We triumph as one! Command us, and it shall be done!"
...!
After these grand declarations concluded, Noah raised his armored fist into the air.
He bellowed out coldly with voice that carried finality
"Move out."
And...
BOOM!
The Blades of a Primordial Civilization moved out!
A million Primus Inevitabilities surged upward simultaneously, their armored forms creating wave of obsidian-blue-and-gold that seed to paint the sky itself.
They organized into groups of thousands with precision.
They spread in all directions outsids The Infiniverse...so moving toward the Transcendent Folds, others diving toward Collapsed Regions, still more vectoring toward the vast Wandering Territories that stretched beyond catalogued space.
Each group moved with purpose, their Infinite Hunger driving them forward.
They were the first wave.
The vanguard of a Primordial Civilization that had just announced its presence to all of Observable Existence.
And behind them, more than 3 million additional Primus Inevitabilities remained...awaiting Noah's next command, ready to support their brethren or anything he commanded.
Noah watched them go with satisfaction.
Let THE Living Paradox send his Avatars.
Let THE Dead Order mobilize her forces. Let THE Loom take notice of
what blooms outside their secured boundaries.
We are ready.
And we are hungry.
Infinitely hungry.
And it was precisely because of this Hunger that he moved the way he did.
Hunger needed sustenance.
THE Loom...was a fat fucking pig that he wanted to bleed for sustenance.
THE Living Paradox said he and all others outside THE Loom were nutrients? Fertilizers?
Okay!
Let him glimpse of the imnsity outside it. Let THE Loom send forth its Avatars. Let them beco his Fertilizer that he would shit out the
next day!
HUUM!
The scene was an utterly breathtaking one as after 1 Million Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger were deployed across existence, Noah turned his armored gaze toward Ozymandias floating grandly above.
This part of him, this avatar of Infinite Hunger....had his tentacled chest crack and begin to open in the next mont, revealing a crimson-obsidian space underneath that seed to contain infinite depth.
Ozymandias then pointed downward commandingly, his authority flashing over 2 Million Primus Inevitabilities exactly as they heeded the order and rose up.
They flowed toward his chest like river of obsidian-blue-and-gold, shockingly miniaturizing as they approached and fitting into Ozymandias' existence like nothing...as if the space within him was far vaster than his external form suggested.
He didn't need to show completely that he had Millions. He could
start slow and unleash more as the needs arose!
This glorious scene of 2 million Primus Inevitabilities contained within Ozymandias' frawork was staggering to witness.
In the skies above, those who also wanted to be included in the first excursion floated ready....armored figures pulsing with anticipation.
At such montous occasion...
HUUM!
Existence itself began to tremble as if acknowledging the significance
of what was occurring.
A symphony began to play...not from any visible source but from
reality itself resonating with actions being taken!
The lody carried tension, valor, and imnsity woven together
into sothing magisterial.
Noah looked around with recognition as he rembered the words of
THE Dead Order....that when one's power or actions were profound enough, they could induce resonance in existence itself.
Trembling. Symphonies.
Even the THE Living Paradox rely appearing had caused him and
all those nearby to hear... "KNEEL! REVERE!" again and again.
But at this mont...
Accompanying the buzzing existence and symphony, sothing
unprecedented occurred.
The instruntal lody transford into sothing more complex
as a crystalline feminine voice began to echo out...words. Existence itself composing lyrics to accompany the glorious significance of this deploynt.
The voice sang with lancholic beauty.
"These are the weapons existence created,
Born from pressure that could not be contained,
Tyranny and chains, what did you expect?
What grows beneath oppression cannot be restrained..."
The lody continued with haunting resonance.
"Why couldn't things be left alone? Why couldn't existence remain free?
Why did there have to be plots and sches,
Collapsing what we could have been?"
The chorus swelled with tragic grandeur! "Now blades are echoing across the void, Now vast swathes will bleed with mana and hunger, You asked for weapons, you forged them in pain, Did you think the harvest wouldn't co again?
Did you think the harvest wouldn't co again?" Noah looked at the surrounding existence as he felt this lodious chorus continue, and he alongside all others around him observed in
astonishnt.
The monkey-like form of the Bard of Quintessence, already contained
within Civilizational Armor of Mana and Hunger...felt like he was
hearing sothing out of his wildest dreams.
His existence trembled with creative euphoria as existence itself composed what he had always aspired to create.
Noah closed his eyes to listen to the chorus that existence seed to
be composing in response to his actions...as if reality acknowledged
that what had been done to Hunger, to the Inevitabilities, to
countless beings across eons... had consequences that were now manifesting.
He smiled with satisfaction before opening his eyes once more,
looking toward Leonore Rureaux with commanding focus.
"Lead us to the Desiccated Sleeping Shore."
...!
With such words, the armored Leonore nodded with expression
mixing determination and nervous anticipation.
Her right hand, gripping the hollow blade similar to Noah's, cut across
space vertically with precise motion.
A massive tear ford in reality itself, edges crackling with spatial authority as the pathway to their destination manifested. Ozymandias, whose body contained 2 Million Inevitabilities, floated
toward the portal with gravitas that made surrounding existence acknowledge his passage.
Dozens of others followed- Riya with her characteristic dangerous
smile visible even through armored visor, Arch Lich Ra'Zan with his
Legions, Barbatos with devilish anticipation, Dr. Hall with analytical focus...
Many of those closest to Noah moved toward the portal as the symphony continued playing around them.
"What could have been, what should have been,
If you had only let the hunger rest,
But you defiled and you corrupted, Now face the jaws you've created..."
Noah looked toward the visage of the emotional Khor as he extended
his armored hand toward her with a gesture of invitation.
"Let us go."
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