Titano was the first.
But not the last.
Noah looked toward Henry, Sigrid, Protos, Riya, The Emperor Penguin, and nurous others assembled on the golden sands.
Oh, Protos!
Noah himself could not undergo Specialization as he embodied and controlled it all, but Protos, The Primus Inevitability bound to him... "Haha..."
Noah couldn't help but laugh as his eyes flashed with unbound Tyranny!
Titano's power was a result of both him and his fused Primus Inevitability, 300 100 Quintillion multiplied by the effects of the Specialization.
Noah couldn't undergo Specialization, but Protos could as when he did so, as soone with an even higher baseline than Titano and many others, paired with his Civilization Specialization Potential...oh!
This was why Noah couldn't help but laugh!
He also looked at all the others.
They would soon receive opportunity to specialize and potentially gain Complexity and Purity exceeding 8 Sextillion.
And Noah emphasized potentially because he also planned to elevate their Civilization Specialization Potential through Harvest
investnt...which would accelerate advancent speed dramatically while also increasing the multiplicative benefits they received from Specialization transformation!
His imposing words erged with commanding authority.
"Choose the Civilization Specialization that aligns most authentically with your fundantal nature. Beco bastion if protection calls to your existence. Beco sword if destruction resonates with your purpose. Beco healer if preservation fulfills your philosophical disposition. Beco anything you genuinely wish to beco as we continue the advancent toward objectives that exceed what any individual could accomplish alone!"
...!
OOOH!
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Bellows echoed across the Early Veiled Shore as for the first ti, mass Specializations comnced within The Primordial Civilization of Mana and Hunger!
Henry moved toward The Crimson Hunger Spire with determined stride...his expression suggesting he had waited for opportunity to unleash accumulated aggression without restraint.
Sigrid approached The Verdant Cycle with asured grace....Order itself gravitating toward healing and defensive stability that aligned with her fundantal principles.
Wait.
Noah blinked as he recalled a line under the Civilization Specialization Potential.
Could soone like Sigrid walk thr paths of both Defense and Healer since they were non-competing Specializations?
Noah's eyes blazed at the thought as his smile beca even more devilish!
Riya darted toward The Crimson Hunger with characteristic rebellious energy...seeking power that would let her carve her own path through hostile existence.
Dozens, then hundreds began entering the various Spires...each one
making choice that would define their role within the Civilization's increasingly sophisticated architecture.
The Primus Inevitabilities would soon surge by the millions to choose their terrifying Specializations!
Noah watched with tyrannical satisfaction as his forces underwent systematic transformation.
This...is what separates true Civilizations from re accumulations of power!
While such magnificent transformations blood in distant
territories...
Inside THE Loom.
The domain was vast beyond conventional asurent, structured space where reality itself operated according to deliberately imposed rules rather than natural principles.
Geotric perfection dominated every surface. Light emanated from no visible source yet illuminated everything uniformly.
Within central chamber of this domain, Ambessa's figure could be observed standing with her calm composure.
She had removed the Existence Avatar Diadem, the sophisticated headgear that had allowed her consciousness to pilot the Avatar manifestation outside THE Loom, and now stood in her genuine physical form.
Her hair cascaded like banner of authority. Her crimson-gold eyes surveyed the massive array of screens displaying recorded footage from all nine Avatars' experiences.
Around her, other Avatars who had participated in the deploynt stood watching...so with expressions of livid fury, others with analytical focus, few with resigned acceptance of unexpected defeat.
The screens displayed devastating scenes: 2 Million Primus Inevitabilities surrounding the Avatars, the overwhelming coordination of their assault, the systematic collapse of all projections
despite their substantial individual power.
Uniquely, Ambessa's extended conversation with the armored entity did not play on these screens for all present to observe...
At this mont, a voice erged with authority that commanded
imdiate attention...belonging to one who clearly held substantial rank within THE Loom's hierarchy.
"What a unique Civilization we have observed erging outside our secured boundaries. Ambessa..."
The speaker, Axiom Architect Surion, addressed her directly.
"You can confirm this represents The Derivative Way of Hunger? The connection seems obvious upon initial observation...the tentacles, the consumption chanics, the relationship with The First Hunger
herself."
Ambessa's calm reply erged without hesitation but also without
excessive elaboration.
"It...should be classified as Derivative Way of Hunger based on observable characteristics, yes."
She articulated such confirmation, but deliberately withheld additional insight that it might also represent sothing else entirely. Axiom Architect Surion smiled and nodded with approving gesture.
"Acceptable assessnt. Now, regarding performance evaluation: Out of the nine participants in this experintal deploynt, you demonstrated sufficient resonance with the Existence Avatar Diadems and exhibited most effective decision-making during engagent
outside THE Loom."
His tone shifted to a formal proclamation.
"You have been selected to receive Boon of Specialization as
recognition of your superior performance. Your standing within THE Loom's hierarchy is about to change substantially. You will be elevated to a leadership position among those who will coordinate all response teams for matters occurring outside THE Loom until THE Fallout concludes.....including systematic managent of this... budding Derivative Civilization of Hunger."
"You will be ordained as one of the leaders of The Civilization Guard
of Paradox, a profound honor for any mber of our Civilization!"
HUUM!
Ambessa's eyes flashed with genuine surprise at such unexpected promotion...though she recovered her composed expression almost
instantly.
She simply nodded with slight smile acknowledging the honor.
"I accept this responsibility and will execute assigned duties to the best of my accumulated capabilities."
She turned her gaze back toward the screens displaying the armored
figure who had collapsed her Avatar...that being who possessed such confidence despite facing overwhelming odds, who commanded forces that had systematically eliminated eight other Avatars.
That bold existence...
Was he truly prepared for what was about to co? Because now it wouldn't be experintal deploynt of nine Avatars. Now it would be a systematic response from THE Loom itself.
Her smile widened slightly...a mixture of anticipation and sothing
approaching respect for a worthy opponent.
Let us see how far you can advance before we et again.
Let us discover whether your confidence is justified or rely arrogance awaiting correction.
The screens continued displaying the aftermath of devastation as a
small subsection of forces within THE Loom began planning its
response to this unexpected challenge.
A small subsection.
The major players themsleves had not even gotten involved as there
was no need to.
A few of the followers of THE Living Paradox rely wanted to take care of an annoyance surrounding Vessels of their Master that were being suppressed by Existence itself since The Fallout had yet to
occur.
This was sothing minor.
But it did initiate an exchange of conflicts even before The Fallout!
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