Terrifying words blood from her as Noah’s eyes opened with astonishnt.
Hunting Absolute Depth entities? The very beings he had just been contemplating, the ones whose Embodint made them nearly impossible to truly destroy?
But she continued without pause, her voice remaining serene, almost casual, as if she were discussing sothing mundane rather than the systematic elimination of the most powerful beings in all of Existence!
"THE Fallout was the sword being drawn. With it, many things were unlocked, and Observable Existence was put on a path of no return. The old equilibrium is shattered. The old rules no longer apply. Soone has to rectify this before everything unravels entirely."
Her dark eyes held ancient purpose.
"All Absolutes have to die. Every single one. The final ones that will have to die are all those involved in The Oldest Paradox of Existence." She spoke the words with the calm certainty of soone stating a mathematical truth!
"THE Creature has to die. THE Living Paradox has to die. THE Primordial Chaos has to die."
She paused.
"And you, ultimately, will have to die as well. All of you lot have to die. Then, and only then, can Existence go back to normal. The Absolutes are a disease, Scale Breaker. They warp everything around them simply by existing. Observable Existence cannot heal while they remain."
The faintest smile touched her lips.
"Oh, but do not worry. I can leave you as the last one of the four to die. You would have ti. Ti to grow. Ti to hunt. Ti to make your mark on Existence before the end." Her voice remained serene, unhurried. "So, what shall it be? Will you help rectify Observable Existence? You can hunt and further grow yourself, make so astonishing feats that will be rembered for ages, and when the ti cos, you can finally rest and be rid of all this."
...!
BOOM!
Noah looked at her with a sharp gaze as if to affirm she was being serious.
Her eyes never wavered. Her composure never cracked. She ant every fucking word.
She wanted THE Creature dead. She wanted THE Living Paradox dead. She wanted THE Primordial Chaos dead. And she wanted him dead as well. All of them. Every single Absolute, wiped from Existence so that Observable Existence could return to so state of normalcy that had existed before they rose to power.
It was insane.
It was audacious beyond asure!
Noah looked at her with sharp eyes. "You’re crazy."
And yet THE Secretive Eon did not even blink. Her expression remained calm, patient, as if she was simply waiting for him to process what she had said and arrive at his answer.
Noah looked at this unfathomable being, this entity who had watched THE Creature and THE Living Paradox and THE Primordial Chaos clash in Ginnungagap without intervening, who had observed his own stumbling first steps in the Primordial Genesis Shore, who had been playing gas at levels he was only now beginning to perceive.
"What if in the end, I collapse you instead to be rid of all Absolutes?"
...!
Her expression did not change. Her composure did not waver. When she spoke, it was with the calm certainty of soone who had considered every possibility long before this conversation began!
"You can try." She paused as sothing that might have been amusent flickered in her dark eyes. "You can definitely try."
...!
After such words, Noah looked at her for a long mont. The Stoa of Dogmata stretched endlessly around them, pillars of crystallized authority rising toward a ceiling that did not exist, zones of doctrine shimring between them like veils separating different philosophical realities.
And before him stood THE Secretive Eon, offering to work with him, offering him targets worthy of his growing power, offering him a path that would eventually lead to his his or her own death but would be filled with glory along the way.
It was madness!
It was perfect.
Noah nodded gloriously as his eyes hurned with Primus Mana.
"Okay. I want to kill so Absolutes."
BOOM!
He wanted to kill so Absolutes!
But at the sa ti...
Noah looked at THE Secretive Eon with a calm gaze, his eyes steady and unwavering. "But I’m not joining any camp. Working with you is fine, but I’m not under your Weavings or in your camp."
...!
THE Secretive Eon regarded him for a mont, and amusent flickered behind her dark eyes.
"So entities get stuck on labels and definitions that don’t really matter in the end. Camp, alliance, partnership, cooperation. They are all just words we use to describe beings moving in the sa direction for a ti." She turned her gaze back toward the endless expanse of the Stoa. "You can choose to look at this however you wish. Call it what makes you comfortable."
She paused, letting the silence settle.
"I do not particularly need help in this endeavor. I have been working toward this goal since before you took your first real breath in Ginnungagap, and I will continue long after most of Observable Existence has forgotten your na." Her head tilted slightly. "But having one of the Four of the Oldest Paradox of Existence turn against the others alongside is sothing unique. Sothing that has not happened before in all the ages I have watched these conflicts unfold."
The faintest curve touched her lips.
"I find it interesting. That is why I proposed it in the first place. Interest is a rare commodity when you have seen as much as I have seen."
...!
After these words, Eon looked at Noah up and down as if she were asuring him against what was to co. Her dark eyes held that ageless quality, seeing not just what he was now but calculating what he might beco and whether that potential was worth the investnt of her attention.
After so ti, she spoke again.
"There is a much bigger picture here that you do not see, Scale Breaker." Her voice remained asured, unhurried.
"There are much more important things happening behind the scenes than you can even imagine right now. Wars being fought in places you don’t know exist. Powers moving that you haven’t yet learned to perceive."
She let that settle.
"You will co to know it in ti. If you survive long enough, you will see the full scope of what we are dealing with. But for now, the details would only confuse you."
Her gaze sharpened slightly.
"The overall first target for collapse, the first Absolute that must fall before anything else can proceed, is THE Primordial Chaos."
BOOM!
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