At this mont, before they could even begin...
HUUM!
They raised their heads.
Far above, where his other body was, Sigrid’s black and white hair shined radiantly as white and blue flas surged upward like a brilliant, gorgeous pillar of light. She was another that succeeded in forming the Phone of Fire.
THE Living Order had grasped fire, and her full entry into THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty churned ever closer!
Sothing that was deed unfathomably rare by others... Noah’s eyes pulsed dangerously as he wanted to make such a rare thing commonplace for his Civilization.
His other body, feeling the golden sands of the Early Veiled Shore below him, turned back toward THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin.
"Let’s get started."
...!
He was moving with efficiency and not necessarily with speed and haste, but he was doing many things at this mont.
Far from the Early Veiled Shore, in what could be considered the core of The Infiniverse itself, where a trendous amount of authority gathered.
The region was one of extrely dense and pure concentrated Primus Mana shining blue-gold. Countless stellar rivers of lemniscate symbols and Mobius strips spun all around in eternal patterns. And at this mont, Phones of The First Tongue were also beginning to perate and spread around this region with imnsity. All of them were actually being forged by The Infiniverse herself.
At the center of this place, where vibrant Logos could be seen being ford, the figures of Noah, The Infiniverse, and even the illusory Ruination floated in this terrifyingly dense sea of authority. They were actually the source of the increased weight and imnsity as ti passed.
At this mont, the figure of The Infiniverse opened her eyes and looked toward her master.
"Will Master proceed to do it?"
Would he do it.
Noah smiled at the question as he felt his existence.
His Foundation. His Organ. His Weight.
Everything about him held the imnsity of THE. He simply hadn’t made it official as he wanted to see how far he could match the Depths of Absolute Sovereignty without having stepped into this stage himself. But...
"The Depths of Absolute Sovereignty are also a power. And I can continue refining my foundation even while gaining deeper and deeper Depths..."
...!
He looked at The Infiniverse and Ruination with calm certainty.
"Alongside my Lineage, my Foundation, my Organ, and everything else about reaching my Way, I will officially take my Way of Mana and Hunger to THE. THE Primordial Civilization of Mana. THE Primordial Civilization of Hunger."
His voice grew stronger, more resolute.
"And with THE Way of Mana... would it also not be THE Way of The First Tongue? The First Tongue is Mana given structure. Mana given aning. Mana given voice. They are not separate things. They are the sa thing wearing different faces."
HUUM!
"So let it all fall into place before The Fallout. Let everything I have built and everything I have beco consolidate into what it was always ant to be."
So people took eons to attain THE. So were born at THE when Existence differentiated. But THE was a struggle. Attaining THE was hard.
But at this ti...
"I have Mana. I am Mana."
HUUM!
"I have Infinite Mana. I am... Infinite Mana."
WAA!
"And as of this mont, it shall be THE Infinite Mana. It shall be THE Way of Mana. It shall be MY Way of Mana. MY Way of THE First Tongue. MY First Tongue."
HUUM!
Unfathomable brilliance blood.
The color blue-gold erupted and spread out across this domain. Past the Early Veiled Shore. Across The Infiniverse.
Outside The Infiniverse into the Wandering Territories. And into the Lands of the Living and the Dead.
A blue-gold light representing the assertion of a unique authority established itself across Existence!
It was an unfathomable light of brilliance!
It was a choice.
And with every choice, there ca other choices. With every action, there was an equal and opposite reaction.
At this sa ti as a declaration was made across Existence.
Inside of THE Loom, in that endless sea of Paradox.
THE Living Paradox sensed the unknown changes across Existence. His form, barely visible through the countless flas of paradox that surrounded him, went still.
He could sense these changes. He could feel how they caused Chaos, Existence, and Paradox itself to resonate and shift.
Sothing had just been claid. Sothing had just been declared.
And the ripples of that declaration were spreading faster than light, faster than thought, faster than causality itself.
The balance had shifted.
And as a result of this...
THE Living Paradox raised his hand with calm certainty. His voice was asured, ancient, absolute.
"There is... no more ti for waiting. No more ti for preparation.
HUUM!
He snapped his fingers.
The taphorical clock that counted toward Midnight trembled. The hand that had been pointing at Five Seconds lurched forward.
Past Four.
Past Three.
Past Two.
THE Living Paradox breathed out as if he was getting ready.
"It is now... One Second to Midnight."
BOOM!
The sea of Paradox churned with anticipation of what was to co.
---
Outside of THE Loom.
In that region of Collapse where Noah had locked Schrodinger and The Disciple of THE Creature.
He floated calmly in the blue-gold brilliance as he looked at the manifestation of a clock that had been Five Seconds to Midnight.
And in the next mont, he watched the hand of the clock moving.
From Five.
To Four.
To Three.
To Two.
Until it reached One.
Until there was just a sliver to Midnight.
One Second to Midnight.
Noah gazed at this calmly.
He knew his imnsity. One of the reasons he’d held back from THE was this. But he was not fearful.
The Fallout? Okay.
Let it fucking co.
THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty would only be one of his tools. THE First Tongue was his main tool. His Mana was his tool.
And it was mighty.
It was sharp.
And it was hungry for blood!
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