A Fragnt of THE Moirai Threads.
A string so vibrant and powerful that he felt like it weighed an entire Depth of Absolute Sovereignty in his hand.
It represented many things as truth be told, even though he did not have any doubt, he was still unfathomably cautious of everything that was to co.
He had a sense of expectation and wonder for the mysteries out there, but he was not looking forward to the struggles and the hardship that he would have to go through to bypass them.
This object was an unfathomable saving grace as it was also born as a product of what his existence deed would be the most ideal loot for him to have.
If it could truly react with THE Existential Paradox Loop...
"Utilize the Fragnt of THE Moirai Threads."
HUUM!
If he had the cheat to peer into the future, to see what would be happening, why not use it right away?
The mont that he uttered such words, the golden thread shot out from his hand and pierced into his chest like a sharp blade. His eyes frowned in pain as the golden thread proceeded to wrap around and constrict his heart with a grip that felt like destiny itself squeezing his existence.
It was not a pleasant feeling at all.
But monts later, a unique cloud of golden brilliance began to surround him, and his eyes beca glazed gold as visions that had not yet co to pass began to crystallize before his perception.
|Usage of the Fragnt of THE Moirai Threads initiated.|
|A Partial Simulation of THE Existential Paradox Loop is beginning.|
|Note: This is a Partial Simulation only.|
|Capability: Fragntary glimpses of potential futures based on current trajectory.|
|Limitation: Information is probabilistic, not absolute. Details may be obscured or inaccurate.|
|Estimation: 9 Fragnts may allow for a Full Simulation until potential collapse or death.|
|Current Fragnts: 1/9|
|Warning: Viewing potential futures does not guarantee they will occur.|
|Simulation beginning...|
...!
Noah viewed these prompts calmly as monts later, he began to feel waves of information flowing through him. His eyes flickered gold, and scenes of potential futures he had not yet co across began playing before him.
|Tiline Analysis Beginning...|
|Within minutes of the Second Phase of THE Fallout ending, you set off into the Wastes of THE Fallout after having laid to rest a Gulper Eel.|
|You break down its Weavings and mories as part of what it used to be and what it stood for are written in the pages of your Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons.|
|The Phones of Advantage and Fortune naturally trigger and focus on retrieving certain mories that pulse with glory and benefit for you.|
|From its mories, you learn of a terrifying corrupted region this entity had run away from while THE Fallout was continuing.|
|A domain that had been locked in Ginnungagap, which was within THE Belly of Existence.|
|After THE Belly was torn open, this domain and many other wonders spilled out and proceeded to face corruption.|
|You grow very interested as the mories leave behind a na...|
|THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap.|
|You rember the words of Ul’Moreth about THE Vaults of Ginnungagap and the dangers and wonders they held.|
|After you weigh the risks, you try to backtrack the path of the Gulper Eel to find this corrupted domain.|
|You begin heading out deeper into the Wastes of THE Fallout cautiously, still feeling the faint connection to THE Infiniverse.|
|You affirm you can return to it if need be, the connection with The First Tongue allowing this to be a possibility, especially due to the 9 newly forged Core Phones.|
|You wonder if it would be possible to bypass the restrictions of the Wastes of THE Fallout to sense or reach out to Lumivara and Ul’Moreth.|
|As you move carefully through The Wastes while noting the specific path you take, you co across an abomination. Or really, the Abomination was drawn to your pure weavings of Existence.|
|A creature not originating from THE Belly of Existence or THE Loom.|
|Sothing from a domain existing between the gaps of Existence that was torn open due to THE Fallout.|
|You co across your first Scorched.|
|You draw upon The First Tongue to define and classify this entity:|
|THE SCORCHED|
|Origin: Entities who survived direct exposure to The Fallout’s flas without any protection.|
|Mutation: Existential Combustion|
|The Scorched are entities whose very existence has been permanently set ablaze by The Fallout. They burn continuously with the multicolored flas of existential annihilation, and rather than being consud, they have learned to fuel themselves with the destruction.|
|Characteristics:|
|- Bodies wreathed in perpetual flas of The Fallout|
|- Can project and weaponize Fallout energy|
|- Immune to further Fallout damage|
|- Feed on destruction and decay|
|- Cannot heal naturally; must consu the existence of others to regenerate|
|- Gradually lose their original personality and mories|
|- Eventually beco more fla than entity|
|Hierarchy(Currently encountered):|
|- Cinders: Newly Scorched, still fighting to maintain identity|
|Curse Variation:|
|The Scorched bear the full Existential Ceiling curse but have developed a workaround. By consuming the existence of others, they can temporarily boost their advancent rate. This makes them predatory but also prevents them from ever achieving stable, lasting power.|
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The information Noah was reading in the form of prompts was grand, but the images he saw were even grander!
His eyes blazed gold as even though this was only a possibility, he saw it.
THE Scorched entity appeared in his mind’s eye with terrifying clarity.
It was a serpentine creature of impossible grace and horrifying beauty, its body long and sinuous like so ancient leviathan adapted for land. Fins that should have belonged to an aquatic being fanned out along its spine and tail, but instead of mbrane and scale, they were composed entirely of crystallized Fallout flas that shifted through colors.
Its fur, or what might have once been fur, had beco living fire that flowed across its form like water made of destruction. Multicolored flas of violet and crimson and gold and colors that had no na rippled across its serpentine body with each movent, leaving trails of scorched reality in its wake.
The creature’s face was elongated and almost regal, with eyes that burned like twin suns trapped in sockets of ash. Where its mouth opened, one could see that even its teeth were flas given solid form, each fang a concentrated point of existential annihilation.
Most disturbing were the cracks across its existence, the markers of the cursed that glowed not with the usual residual Fallout energy but with active, hungry fire. The cracks were not healing. They were spreading. And from each crack, more flas poured forth.
It moved with a dancer’s grace despite its size, each step leaving behind footprints of burning reality that took monts to repair themselves. Bubbles of superheated existence rose from its form like foam from turbulent waters, each one a tiny pocket of destruction waiting to pop!
Oh!
Even though he was only viewing scenes of it in his mind, Noah could see the ferocity of THE Scorched as its Depth burned with heavy Interdiate imnsity.
This was not a creature that could be reasoned with.
This was not a creature that rembered what it once was!
This was fla given purpose, and that purpose was consumption!
The golden haze around Noah’s vision flickered as the Partial Simulation continued to feed him glimpses of what might co. He saw himself facing this creature in the gray Wastes, saw the clash of blue-gold authority against multicolored annihilation, saw the dance of death that would unfold between them.
And he saw that this was rely the first of many such encounters!
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