Monts later, Ambessa found they were arriving at their location as she sensed other entities entering a crystalline bejeweled crimson-blue domain filled with water and fire. The elents here were even more intense, more primal, as if approaching the source of all elental authority.
Within it, the overpowering aura of THE Living Elental and THE Living Emotive could be felt pressing down on everyone present.
THE Living Elental radiated waves of pure elental might that made the fire and water bow in reverence. Their presence was a mountain made of storms, an ocean made of flas, an existence that had claid dominion over the fundantal building blocks of reality itself.
And THE Living Emotive, that entity pulsed with emotions so vast and contradictory that rely being near them made Ambessa want to laugh and cry and scream all at once. Joy and sorrow, rage and peace, love and hatred, all swirling together in a maelstrom of feeling that threatened to overwhelm anyone without sufficient ntal fortitude.
Ambessa sighed while going in as she wanted to get this shit over with.
THE Loom had erupted as those within it benefitted, and when the dust settled, they would go out from different Shelters to reap the altered Existence.
She just really hoped she wouldn’t co across Osmont again, and even hoped she would stop being included in the hunting teams ford for him just because she was among the first to co in contact with him.
But deep down, she knew better.
Existence had a sick sense of humor.
And sohow, soway, she would probably end up dying to Noah Osmont again.
It was just her fucking luck.
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In the depths of that domain where Ambessa and others were being drawn into.
The domain of water and fire stretched endlessly in all directions, a realm where the two opposing elents had been forced into coexistence by the sheer authority of THE Living Elental. Rivers of molten fla cascaded upward while waterfalls of crystalline blue flowed sideways, each elent weaving around the other in patterns that should have been impossible but existed nonetheless.
At the very heart of this domain, where the concentration of elental authority reached its peak, a single massive elental throne existed. It was forged from solidified fire and frozen water, crimson and azure intertwining in a seat of power that radiated waves of primal might. The throne pulsed with the heartbeat of elents themselves, each pulse sending ripples of fire and water across the surrounding space.
Currently, the languid figure of THE Living Emotive was lying horizontally on this throne in a laid-back manner, her legs dangling over one armrest while her head rested on the other. She looked utterly at ease despite the apocalypse raging outside THE Loom, as if the destruction of Observable Existence was rely background noise to whatever tune played inside her mind.
In front of her, THE Living Elental was surrounded by blazing crimson flas that danced with fury and frustration. Eighteen Phones of The First Tongue surrounded him in a rotating formation, each one flickering with instability that had not been there before THE Fallout began.
His gaze was fiery and troubled at this ti as he spoke with barely contained agitation.
"Are you really so carefree?" he demanded. "The First Tongue no longer feels the sa, and this is not a result of THE Fallout. Sothing has changed at its fundantal level. Sothing has been added that should not exist."
...!
His words went to Emotive who seed to barely be listening as she whistled and humd to herself, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in the air.
"THE Loom has blood and existence will spin,
The fun begins where the chaos sets in,
Round and round the pieces will go,
Where they land, only Paradox knows..."
As she finished this little lody, Elental looked at her with an almost angry gaze. Before he could say anything, she cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"Don’t fucking worry so much, big guy," Emotive said with a yawn. "The fun is just now beginning. Paradox has so much work to do that he designed THE Loom into different components that would scatter across Existence. You and I are in one Shelter. Which, you should be fucking ecstatic about as you get to have my presence here. But as the dust settles, we can really get to have our fun. Because I know so things..."
Oh?
Elental raised his brows as he focused on her, his flas calming slightly with curiosity.
Emotive smiled devilishly as she waved her hand and conjured an illusory image that materialized between them. It was the image of Noah Osmont, rendered in perfect detail with his blue-gold authority radiating even through the illusion.
The image that Elental flared up to imdiately.
This was the one who had encroached upon his Civilization. This was the one who had humiliated him. This was the one who had taken what was his.
"This big guy here is apparently centermost for all you guys," Emotive said with manic delight, sitting up slightly to better observe Elental’s reaction. "You want him, Paradox wants him, even THE Primordial Chaos talked about him. Apparently, he is the one to have laid a claim to The First Tongue. So it makes sense what he was able to do against you. But man, look at him."
She leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with sothing between fascination and hunger.
"He looks like he has that presence, doesn’t he? That je ne sais quoi. He almost reminds of...THE Creature."
...!
Her words were manic and taunting as she gazed toward the image of Noah in a fervent light. Elental frowned heavily, his flas darkening with barely suppressed rage.
He looked over at Noah’s illusory figure silently, studying the entity who had beco such a thorn in his existence. anwhile, Emotive twirled around the throne casually before she sighed with theatrical disappointnt.
"Out of all those that have made the claim on The Oldest Paradox of Existence, he is the youngest," she mused. "The most ripe. If I can get my hands on him and keep him away from Paradox and others, that would be ideal."
Elental’s reply ca cold and absolute.
"The only fate for him is collapse," he declared, his voice carrying the weight of elental authority. "All the others will go for him, and after THE Fallout settles, I will also go for him. I do not underestimate any of those making a claim on The Oldest Paradox of Existence. If one has begun to encroach on my Civilization, even more so. He took from . He will return what he took with interest, and then he will cease to exist."
...!
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