No transition. No visible movent. Just instant displacent from one position to another as if space itself had been deleted between the two points.
The entity’s hand clenched with crushing pressure, THE Civilizational Authority flooding through that grip with intent to shatter Noah’s existence imdiately.
Its only mistake was not moving to crush Noah’s existence or attempting annihilation in that very first instant.
Because the mont its hand made contact, the mont Noah’s existence was grabbed in close proximity, Noah used his own body as the direct conduit to layer multiple Logos of Imprisonnt onto this entity’s form.
The linguistic constructs erupted from his skin where contact was made, wrapping around the shocked entity’s arm and spreading rapidly across its entire body.
While the entity processed what was happening with dawning horror, Noah began using his Goad to strike its body with rapid precision.
Each impact locked away more authority, bound more of its Way, suppressed more of its capacity to resist.
Only after seven strikes had landed and seven layers of containnt were active did Noah have enough breathing room to act further.
He brought his other hand up and began manually moving the fingers of this terrifying entity, forcing them to unclasp from around his neck one by one.
The strength required was imnse even with the entity suppressed, but eventually Noah extracted himself from the deadly grip.
Every single THE entity was genuinely dangerous.
Even though he had now suppressed two successfully, this third one had actually co extrely close to heavily injuring or even killing him in the opening instant.
When they stopped posturing and talking so much, when they acted with pure killing intent and maximum efficiency, THE entities were utterly dreadful opponents.
Suppressing two or three would not an he could definitively and easily suppress others going forward.
Each one would present its own unique challenge based on their particular Way and combat approach.
But as Noah sensed this entity continuing to desperately try expressing its Way of Existence to shatter the Logos and break apart the individual Phones that comprised them, his eyes squinted with dangerous focus.
He utilized his Goad to continue delivering lessons with thodical brutality.
Thrashing this THE entity with strike after precise strike.
Inscribing additional containnt with each blow!
Until finally, the entity’s resistance crumbled completely.
And it disappeared in the next mont, drawn directly into THE Infinite Desmoterion as the fourth prisoner.
Noah breathed heavily and stretched his neck with careful rotation.
Burning marks could still be felt across his throat where the entity’s hand had gripped him, only now beginning to heal under his regenerative capabilities.
After he confird through internal sense that everything was stable, he silently deployed multiple Logos of Imprisonnt all around the arena in concealed positions.
Preparation for whoever ca next.
Then he looked upward toward where he knew Ul’moreth observed and spoke with voice carrying determined hunger.
|Again!|
He didn’t even glance at the multiple prompts descending before his vision.
He simply wanted more opponents!
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Outside The Primordial Genesis Arena, Ul’moreth gazed down at Noah as his student prepared to face yet another opponent.
The hairy Prival Titan smiled beneath his obscuring hair as he turned toward a THE Interdiate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity standing beside him.
His voice carried casual authority as he gestured toward a specific figure below.
|Take that little fox outside of Ginnungagap and into The Infinite Unfurling. My student is extrely paranoid by nature, and while such paranoia can be exhausting, it can also be beneficial sotis. Anomalies more often than not possess senses and instincts that the rest of us simply don’t have access to.|
He paused before continuing with thoughtful consideration.
|He says she is an investnt he’s making that might pay off substantially over ti, so just keep her company in The Infinite Unfurling for now while events unfold here. Take so treasures from my personal stores with you to aid her growth and advancent. Consider it my contribution to whatever my student is planning.|
Ul’moreth said all of these words while pointing toward none other than Lumivara, the nine-tailed fox who had followed Noah’s Way.
Noah had taken her out of his inner existence during the festival and spoken his final words to her with characteristic bluntness.
He wanted to continue exploring Ginnungagap and all the profound mysteries it held.
But if anything catastrophic happened during his journeys through this chaotic realm, he would be forced to utilize temporal traversal to escape imdiately.
And he would not be able to take her with him if such ergency evacuation beca necessary.
Since she was a follower of his Way and had sworn herself to his path, he would see what advancents she could make if she managed to survive whatever unfolded in The Infinite Unfurling on her own rit.
Lumivara had been teary-eyed but she nodded with understanding and acceptance.
At this mont, as she looked around with amazent at the ongoing battle between her Master and another THE entity, at the glorious festival continuing to unfold with ritual wonder, a Ginnu Lifeform materialized beside her.
The entity gently took her arm to whisk her away toward whatever destiny awaited beyond Ginnungagap’s borders.
While such arrangents occurred, at the distant edge of The Primordial Genesis Shore where reality began transitioning into the chaotic void, THE Fisherman sat calmly continuing his endless task.
His fishing line extended into the murky waters of Ginnungagap with patient stillness.
But his eyes pulsed occasionally with visible caution, and he sighed every few monts with increasing frequency.
As if his Weavings were tense and filled with profound worry about sothing he could not quite identify.
He pulled his line in once again and it ca up completely empty.
No catch. Not even a nibble.
He sighed once more with building frustration.
And in that exact mont, a voice spoke from directly beside him.
|What’s got you so stressed, big guy?|
BOOM!
THE Fisherman’s eyes beca unfathomably grim as he whipped his head to the right.
An entity sat there casually, as if they had been present the entire ti.
An entity that had sohow been here without THE Fisherman sensing their presence until after they chose to speak.
And they had spoken using The First Tongue with perfect fluency!
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