Far from the massive silver-white gateway that just opened.
In a region of existence hard to know or perceive.
Gold and obsidian radiance of Civilizational Authority of Paradox covered a box.
It could adequately be called Schrodinger's Box.. existing in multiple states simultaneously.
Inside it, three bodies of Schrodinger lay in what appeared to be deep sleep.
At this mont, the Living Paradoxical body opened its eyes with imnse effort.
The action seed to require trendous power just to accomplish such simple movent.
Those eyes revealed an extrely ancient will flowing through them, consciousness far older than the body suggested.
He seed incapable of moving even a single muscle beyond opening his eyes.
And yet a smile ford on his lips.
His eyes curved with devilish glare mixing amusent and malicious satisfaction.
Those bright eyes of paradox seed to see the distant silver-white gateway that had just been opened, perceiving it across impossible distances through chanisms that defied conventional observation.
His voice erged as amused whisper.
"There was actually sothing like this that THE uptight Living Law actually concealed from my knowledge? And you all just... casually opened it? Hmm..."
Even though he spoke, terrifying oppressive force pressed down from all around him.
The surrounding existence itself was crushing his awareness!
He rolled his eyes with exaggerated annoyance.
"Okay, okay, I get the ssage. Your Existence remains sufficiently powerful even now to systematically suppress outside THE Loom."
His smile widened despite the pressure.
"But this won't prevent from having so modest fun while I wait patiently to harvest all my carefully cultivated efforts. I consider this... a side mission really. Just sothing to occupy my mind and keep ntally engaged before The Fallout occurs."
His tone darkened.
"Because after The Fallout does manifest... even I will need to remain on my tiptoes..."
...!
His words carried terrifying implications about what exactly The Fallout represented.
After finishing addressing the oppressive surrounding existence, his smile beca even more devilish.
"Emotive and Elental chicklets frozen in that Sanctuary, yes? Let's have their parent Civilizations within THE Loom release so of their accumulated grandeur into their frozen subordinates who tragically missed their entry into salvation."
...!
The words were profoundly heavy and ominous.
The surrounding existence pressed down with even greater force!
The heavy eyelids of THE Living Paradox were forcefully closed by external pressure, his consciousness being systematically suppressed.
But he maintained his playful smile throughout.
As if he simply found all of this utterly, delightfully amusing.
Let them play their little war gas.
The real entertainnt cos after.
Past the massive silver-white gateway.
In the Injunction Sanctuary of Law.
Noah entered without any perceptible fear or hesitation.
Beside him, Khor floated with predatory grace.
Her voice erged with barely contained anticipation.
"I may go just a little bit wild this ti around, Outsider. Fair warning."
At these words, Noah nodded calmly with an expression suggesting such behavior was not rely permitted but encouraged.
"Go as wild as your nature demands. If we discover answers within this frozen domain, good. If there are no useful answers..."
His smile turned tyrannical.
"I'll simply claim the harvest instead."
...!
His words pulsed with concentrated authority.
Brilliant silver-white light shone around them as existence began revealing itself with absolute clarity.
Noah and his assembled forces found themselves spilling out into...
Stretches of shattered fold canyons so incomprehensibly vast it felt less like geography and more like act of existential violence.
The floor was chaotic jumble of terrain types that shouldn't coexist.
Radiant stellar dried Fold riverbeds that glowed with residual
authority.
Broken sas rising like shattered teeth.
The pulverized remains of entire Folds scattered like dust across
impossible distances.
These fold canyons stretched outward for Gigaparsecs in all
directions.
They shone with accumulated brutality from conflicts that had raged
here eons ago.
Colossal broken statues of Early Creatures, carved directly from mountainsides, lood over the carnage like silent judges.
Their faces were eroded by millennia of wind and taphysical
erosion.
But their presence remained undeniable.
Accusatory.
So had crumbled entirely, their skyscraper-sized heads half-buried
in corrupted earth, serving as macabre fortifications for forces long
collapsed.
The land itself bore visible marks of ongoing battle that had been
frozen mid-conflict.
Patches of ground crystallized into jagged glass by intense
concentrated heat.
Massive craters that still crackled with residual frost lightning
trapped in temporal stasis.
Areas where existence seed covered by silver authority of Law,
with massive shattered Folds floating dreamily in mid-air like
scattered floating islands defying gravity.
The atmosphere was thick.
Almost unbreathable despite not requiring conventional respiration.
A choking miasma of accumulated dust, smoke from burning emotions of fear and hatred given physical form, and tallic tang of
ozone from discharged elental forces.
Above them, the sky was not blue.
Instead, a swirling bruised vortex of unnatural colors dominated
overhead.
The golden geotric light of Law clashing violently with chaotic reds
and browns of Elental forces.
The sickly shifting violets of Emotive authority weaving between
them.
It was a sky that scread with accumulated trauma!
Noah observed all of this with contemplative gaze that catalogued
every detail systematically.
He turned his attention toward the far distance.
There, barely visible across impossible spans, they could perceive
clouds of countless entities.
Each one shining with terrifying display of power that felt
simultaneously ancient and dormant.
But the mont Noah and his forces fully manifested within the
Sanctuary...
That ancient dormant power seemingly began surging with incandescent brilliance!
Its magnitude and concentrated authority began doubling! Then tripling!
Accelerating with exponential velocity as if responding to external
stimulus!
Khor laughed lightly, the sound mixing genuine amusent with dangerous anticipation.
Her eyes began shining with predatory gleam.
"Now this feeling... it's a sensation of genuine danger I rember from
eons past. This feeling of mounting hunger I actively crave!"
...!
It was feeling of danger, certainly. Because past all these domains of systematic destruction stretching
across Gigaparsecs...
They could feel rising auras of existence burning with concentrated
light of Elental and Emotive authority!
The power was becoming more and more intense with each passing
mont.
Their Complexity and Purity asurents were surely surging well into hundreds of Sextillions!
The light of Living Laws positioned far ahead of these enemy forces...
It seed grand and substantial.
But notably, it was not powering up or surging with brilliance!
Unlike the Elental and Emotive forces clearly receiving empowernt...the Law forces remained static. Trapped in the exact state they'd been frozen in.
Noah observed this disparity with eyes shining with analytical focus.
Behind him, the figure of Alexander and Seraphina floated nearby with expression mixing hope and mounting dread.
Noah gave his calm command with voice that carried across entire
assembled force.
"Advance. Analyze enemy capabilities and force composition. Secure
and extract all surviving mbers of The Primordial Civilization of
Law!"
OOH!
His forces surged forward with his command, fifteen million specialized entities advancing with coordinated precision!
Behind them, the Living Laws of Alexander's reford Civilization followed with considerably less confidence. They could feel the mounting power ahead.
They could perceive what was awakening in response to their
intrusion.
And they wondered, with growing certainty, whether they had just
made a catastrophic mistake.
Whether opening this Sanctuary would prove to be their salvation...
Or their complete annihilation!
Noah smiled with tyrannical anticipation.
For him, it was...
Ti for harvest!
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