The prompts were devastatingly heavy with implications.
They were grand. But they should be. Because he was THE Potentate. THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons!
Noah’s expression remained unfathomably tyrannical as he spoke with absolute conviction.
"Let the Infinite Potential be actualized."
In the next mont, reality itself responded to his command.
An obsidian-crimson singularity of pure Hunger blood a few ters away from Noah.
Simultaneously, a white-gold singularity of absolute Origin manifested beside it.
Each singularity was shockingly surrounded by all eighteen Core Phones of The First Tongue.
Linguistic authority wrapped around them in protective cocoons.
They began growing larger and pulsing with unfathomable Weavings of life and concentrated imnsity.
The Singularity of Hunger instantly caused the nearby Khor to tremble violently.
She looked toward Noah with eyes wide with shock and desperate hope.
"Outsider, what have you done? What IS this?!"
What was it indeed?
Noah’s expression remained vibrant with barely contained power as he replied with calm certainty.
"The Infinite Potential of Tor, THE First Hunger. Keep him company as best you can. In a little while, you’ll be able to say hello to him again."
BOOM!
His terrifying words struck Khor like physical blows.
Her entire visage began trembling as tears she didn’t know she could still produce ford in her eyes.
Noah observed all of this as the fire in his eyes remained just as vibrant and defiant.
He had Infinite Potential ready to elevate his existence toward THE classification.
Enough accumulated power to potentially reach THE Surface Depth or even exceed it.
But he now instinctively understood that THE was not the complete answer.
Not the true path to survival against what was coming.
The First Tongue was the answer. His Mana was the answer.
Even if he achieved THE Interdiate Depth or THE Fundantal Depth, it wouldn’t matter against The Fallout.
His survival and eventual supremacy were tied fundantally to Mana and The First Tongue.
So he would invest everything there instead.
His internal dialogue crystallized into decisive command.
"Begin the distribution of all Infinite Potential toward THE Foundation of The First Tongue. Direct everything toward the design and formation of my own Core Phones. Allow my Foundation alone to exceed any THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity. Without even grasping that Depth classification myself, I will surpass those who have."
After these words resonated through his existence...
BOOM!
Brilliant blue-gold waves of concentrated light surged from Noah’s body in expanding ripples.
His entire form blazed with linguistic authority made visible.
As this monuntal process began, he turned to The Infiniverse and spoke with absolute certainty.
"Prepare yourself. You have access to all my accumulated knowledge of The First Tongue through our connection. Paint the Walls of The Infiniverse with that knowledge. Make it the foundation of your entire structure. Proceed imdiately with the forging of THE Infinite Loom."
Her glorious figure shone with unfathomable light as comprehension and determination flooded through her.
"Yes, Master."
Then Noah closed his eyes and felt his Weavings of Existence burning upward exponentially.
He looked internally at the transformation occurring within.
There was trendous activity happening simultaneously and much to be accomplished.
Tor and THE Living Origin would soon undergo Ergence from their singularities.
He was elevating his own Weavings beyond previous limitations.
The Fallout approached with only five seconds remaining on that ominous clock.
Multiple viable solutions swam through his mind with crystalline clarity.
So were already being implented as he stood here.
In the midst of all this trendous upheaval, there remained so loose ends.
So matters that needed to be resolved before The Fallout arrived and changed everything.
He now moved decisively to take care of them!
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In a space between spaces, in the manifested Weavings of Order where a veil lay between The Living Order and THE Dead Order, reality shifted.
HUUM!
This space had normally only held Sigrid as she siphoned rivers of Order from THE Dead Order across the veil.
But at this mont, Noah’s figure appeared within this space once more!
The manifestation of Sigrid looked at him with breathless gaze as he materialized re inches from her position.
She threw herself toward him without hesitation and hugged his body tightly.
She whispered with voice carrying imnse relief.
"I missed you."
The scene resembled the reunion of long-lost lovers who hadn’t seen each other in millions of years.
And yet ridiculously, absurdly, it had been at most a few hours since they last t.
On the other side of the veil, THE Dead Order stood in her white robe that seed woven from pure compressed authority.
Her hair now pulsed with white-gold streams of Order flowing through each strand.
She looked toward this intimate scene with expression of profound revulsion twisting her features.
"You survived the curse of THE Living Elental? How were you able to do what you did against a Disciple of THE Creature? Just what did you DO during your absence?!"
Her gaze seed livid with barely contained fury.
She had witnessed through the eyes of her Guiders of Order, however briefly, what had transpired.
Noah looked toward her calmly before turning his attention back to Sigrid.
He kissed her deeply, taking her lips into his with passion that had been building during their separation.
He whispered against her mouth.
"Wait just a little while longer for , and I’ll make up for every lost hour. Okay?"
Sigrid appeared breathless as she nodded with flushed expression.
"Mmm."
THE Dead Order witnessed this scene as she shook her head with utter incredulity. As if she was asking...what the fuck Bro?!
She began roaring out with building rage.
"You sacrilegious savages! You would plan to profane Order right before my presence?! You would dare to- You... what are you doing?!"
As she was speaking, Noah’s figure floated toward the veil separating their spaces.
The barrier that THE Dead Order could not cross to reach him or Sigrid.
And he shockingly passed through the veil as if it didn’t exist.
He ca to float directly before THE Dead Order as she was shocked into complete silence!
In that profound silence, Noah activated Lens of Civilization.
A status sheet materialized before his vision.
|Entity Analysis - THE Dead Order|
|Na: [Redacted by Authority]|
|Classification: THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Way of Existence: The Way of Order|
|Civilization: Primordial Civilization of Order (Fractured)|
|Civilizational Authority: THE Civilizational Authority of Order|
|Current State: FRACTURED DEPTH|
|Note: Her Way exists at THE Surface Depth but has been fundantally fractured|
|Distinction: Protected by THE Creature|
|Distinction: Forr Apex of Order|
|Weakness: Foundation unstable due to fracturing|
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