A Fragnt of an Axiom.
Noah looked at THE Secretive Eon up and down as he processed what had just happened. Just how ridiculous was this being that she was able to freely pull out a Fragnt of an Axiom when he asked for a sharp blade?
He’d asked for a weapon.
She’d handed him a piece of fundantal reality!
The Fragnt in her palm was a deep crimson marble that seed to contain storms within its small form. It pulsed with chaotic light, red and black and sothing that wasn’t quite either, swirling in patterns that refused to repeat themselves. Looking at it for too long made his eyes ache, not from brightness but from the sheer wrongness of what it represented.
This was a piece of sothing that predated the rules of Observable Existence, a shard of an Axiom that had helped define what Chaos ant at the most fundantal level.
"This is a Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem," Eon said. "Chaos-based. One of the more useful pieces I’ve collected over the eons."
She rotated her palm slightly, letting the crimson marble catch light that shouldn’t have existed in this space.
"It can select up to nine targets simultaneously and lower their Depth to a level below their current classification. A Fundantal Depth entity becos Interdiate. An Interdiate becos Surface. A Surface becos Pre-THE." She paused. "Temporarily, of course. The effect doesn’t last forever. But it lasts long enough."
Her dark eyes t his.
"You asked for a sharp blade. This is sharper than anything you could swing with your hands. It doesn’t cut bodies. It cuts Depth itself."
...!
And then she threw it to him.
Noah’s hand shot out and grasped The Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem, and the mont his fingers closed around it, prompts blood before his vision.
|Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem - Obtained|
|Classification: Axiom Fragnt (Chaos-Aligned)|
|Origin: THE Axiom of Mayhem, one of the foundational Axioms governing disorder and upheaval across Observable Existence.|
|Primary Function: Depth Suppression|
|Effect: Can designate up to 9 targets simultaneously.|
|Upon activation, all designated targets have their Depth of Absolute Sovereignty temporarily reduced by one full classification level. It will cost you.|
|Duration: Variable based on target’s resistance and user’s authority.|
|Cooldown: Significant. Cannot be used in rapid succession.|
|Secondary Function: Passive Chaos Resonance|
|While held, the Fragnt creates subtle disruptions in ordered systems within proximity.|
|Chaotic elents in the environnt beco marginally more responsive to user’s will.|
|LIMITATION: Only THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities can utilize this Fragnt. One’s Depth has to be sufficient enough to activate the complex musings of Chaos within.|
|Attempts to activate by entities below this classification will result in backlash proportional to the gap between user’s Depth and required Depth.|
...!
Noah looked at that limitation.
Only THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities can utilize it.
He wasn’t at Fundantal Depth. He wasn’t even at Surface Depth in the conventional sense. His classification was THE Formless Depth, sothing that existed outside the normal hierarchy entirely. But limitations like this were written for entities who operated within conventional fraworks. They were written for beings whose power could be asured and categorized and contained within neat definitions.
His power couldn’t be.
He pocketed the Fragnt and looked back at Eon.
"Your body here has to go into the Stoa of Dogmata," she said, gesturing toward the perilous regions ahead. "Teleportation isn’t viable across Observable Existence since THE Fallout, so what will you do?"
Noah clenched his hand around the Fragnt.
"Rules are rules. But many rules don’t apply to Absolutes, right?" He t her gaze evenly. "I’ll find my own way to work around it."
He then looked over toward the Stoa of Dogmata, toward the zones of crystallized doctrine and ancient philosophical authority that stretched endlessly into the distance.
"Who is your Disciple? And what do I need to watch out for in there that could hold back even soone like you?"
THE Secretive Eon raised her hand, and an illusory image materialized in the air between them.
It showed a small fairy-like figure with crimson wings that seed to be made of condensed authority rather than physical matter. Her hair was golden, flowing around her tiny form like liquid sunlight, and her eyes held a sharpness that seed entirely too old for her delicate features. She couldn’t have been more than a foot tall, but sothing about her presence in even this illusory representation suggested she was far more dangerous than her size implied.
"This is Nyx. My Fundantal Depth Disciple."
She paused.
"Well. Fundantal Depth Weight. But still at Interdiate classification. She’s an experint of mine since Ginnungagap." Her dark eyes settled on Noah. "She broke the scales before you did."
BOOM!
Noah’s eyes flashed as he processed what she’d just said.
Fundantal Depth Weight while still at Interdiate classification!
That ant this fairy-like entity had the existential presence, the sheer imnsity of being, that matched Fundantal Depth entities!
An entity whose power didn’t match their classification. Who existed outside the normal rules. Who had sohow accumulated Weight far beyond what their Depth should allow.
Eon had called her an experint.
How long had THE Secretive Eon been working on ways to break the conventional power structure? How many beings had she created or cultivated who existed outside normal paraters? And if Nyx had Fundantal Depth Weight, what was holding her back in the Stoa of Dogmata?
"Further in, the Stoa of Dogmata can make many impossible things possible," Eon said. "THE Fallout corrupted many things in obscene manners. Corrupted Domains have strange Weavings of Existence that don’t follow conventional logic."
She tilted her head slightly.
"I’ve ascertained that the region ahead likely nullifies power through so ancient thodology. Perhaps it strips away accumulated Weight. Perhaps it enforces a baseline state on all who enter. Perhaps it does sothing else entirely." Her gaze settled on him. "If you just wrap this up successfully, then we can really get started on the actual work."
A pause.
"Oh, and keep updated on what happens with Muspelheim."
After such words, she waved her hands as if shooing him away, and she sat down in the sa spot where he’d first found her. Her posture settled into sothing that looked like it could wait for another few eons without complaint.
Noah looked at her calmly.
Then he looked ahead at the perilous regions filled with Dogma in the surrounding environnts. Zones of crystallized belief and ancient philosophical authority stretched before him, each one representing a different doctrine that had been elevated to fundantal truth within this Corrupted Vault. To pass through them, one would likely have to utilize multiple different Impositions with nearly every step, constantly asserting one’s own truth against the weight of accumulated conviction.
It would be exhausting for most entities.
It would be dangerous for any entity whose Way wasn’t firmly established.
But not for him!
"Light work. Light fucking work."
Noah went ahead!
---
anwhile, in THE Infiniverse.
Another body of Noah stood in the sea of concentrated Primus Mana, surrounded by the spinning Phones that Ruination had been cultivating. His eyes were closed in concentration, his awareness split between his primary form entering the Stoa of Dogmata and this secondary existence that remained connected to his domain.
The Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem.
He could feel it in his other body’s hand, that crimson marble of chaos-aligned authority. He could sense its power, its potential, and its limitation.
Only THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities can utilize this Fragnt.
Rules were rules.
But not for Absolutes.
And while he wasn’t Absolute in the conventional sense, his Formless Depth was a glorious one.
His hand plunged into his chest.
Not physically, but existentially. His fingers reached past flesh and bone and conventional matter, diving into the core of his existence where THE Heart of Infinite Lexicons pumped Glorious Genesis Blood of Potential through every aspect of his being.
He reached through the connection that bound all his bodies together, that made them one existence despite their physical separation.
And from his other body’s grasp, across the impossible distance between THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap and THE Infiniverse, the crimson marble that represented an Axiom Fragnt was pulled through.
It erged from his chest in a flash of red-black light, materializing in his waiting palm as if it had always been there.
Rules were rules.
But not for Absolutes.
And his Formless Depth said that he could move things between his bodies regardless of what conventional limitations suggested.
His Formless Depth said that the Fragnt was where he needed it to be, and reality simply had to accommodate that truth!
Noah opened his eyes and looked at the Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem resting in his palm.
Now he had a sharp blade in Muspelheim.
And in the Stoa of Dogmata, his other body continued forward into the corrupted depths, ready to retrieve a fairy with Fundantal Depth Weight who had sohow gotten herself stuck in a domain that could make the impossible possible.
Light work!
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