The unique sensation of THE Formless Depth across his body continued to be an extrely odd one as Noah descended alone toward the citadel of vibrant pillars surrounded by the forces of THE Living Spirit.
The best way he could explain THE Formless Depth was an extrely cooling vibrant sensation of power. It flowed through him like liquid starlight, touching every aspect of his existence with its impossible quality. The Phones of The First Tongue and Logos and Philologies inside of him reinforced his foundation even faster than before, each one humming with increased efficiency as if THE Formless Depth gave them permission to operate beyond their normal limits. His Organ of Civilization and Heart pumped even denser and grander, the blue-gold Mana coursing through channels that seed to widen and deepen with every passing mont.
And his ntal state...
THE Formless Depth seed to amplify a sense of calmness and arrogance that seed unmatched.
It wasn’t the arrogance of delusion or the calmness of ignorance. It was sothing deeper, sothing that erged from the fundantal truth of what he had beco. As if his Depth was telling his existence that regardless of what would be thrown at him in the future, he had to domineeringly and calmly get through it.
After all, he had THE Formless Depth!
It was why he freely floated ahead at this mont even though a Half-Step Absolute Depth THE Living Spirit was looking at him from the citadel below. Multiple Fundantal Depth entities surrounded that being like generals attending their emperor. Tens of Interdiate Depth spirits ford ranks behind them, their combined weight enough to crush lesser civilizations into dust.
And his Weight and imnsity, in their eyes, may only be categorized as Interdiate, if they could feel it at all.
Yet he still felt calmness and freedom from worry in all this.
THE Formless Depth was ecstatic and dangerous, and he had to be careful with it. Likely, even if he ca across THE Creature right now, he felt like he would only gaze upon him calmly and even think he could take him on.
Eventually, yes.
But right now, the results would truly be very different.
THE Creature had accumulated weight and imnsity across tiscales that made Noah’s existence look like a candle fla compared to a star. THE Living Paradox had consud THE Primordial Paradox and claid authority over the concept of contradiction itself. THE Primordial Chaos had been spreading entropy since before differentiation separated the realms.
Noah was powerful, but he wasn’t delusional.
Not yet, anyway.
But this was the potential his Depth held! The grandness and imnsity to even look upon THE Creature, THE Primordial Chaos, and THE Living Paradox and say... so what?!
That potential would be realized in ti.
For now, he had lesser enemies to educate.
As he approached the citadel, he felt one of THE Fundantal Depth spirits near THE Living Spirit speak a few words to their leader. The massive presence that was THE Living Spirit seed to consider for a mont, then nodded with glacial deliberation. And this terrifying thing, this Fundantal Depth entity, began to float up toward him.
The spirit that rose to et Noah was a nightmare given form and purpose.
Its body was a twisted amalgamation of concepts that should never have been combined. The core of its being resembled an Udug demon of ancient terror, a massive humanoid form that stood three tis Noah’s height with skin that seed carved from solidified shadows. Its face was a mask of cruel angles and sharp ridges, with seven eyes arranged in a pattern that suggested malevolent intelligence and twelve horns that curved backward from its skull like a crown of darkness.
But this was no re demon.
This was a spirit that had achieved THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty.
Its form flickered between states of being, solid one mont and ethereal the next, as if it couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be matter or energy or sothing else entirely. Chains of gray light wrapped around its arms and torso, not as restraints but as weapons, each link containing the compressed essence of subjugated Ways. Its hands ended in claws that seed to cut through space itself, leaving trails of darkness in their wake.
And the weight that radiated from it...
That weight pressed down upon Noah like the judgnt of ancient fiends!
The spirit stopped a hundred ters from him, its seven eyes all focusing on his form with expressions that ranged from contempt to curiosity to hunger.
"Are you supposed to be the reinforcent of these flaming giants?"
Its voice was like grinding stone mixed with screaming wind, carrying waves that made the air itself recoil.
"Do you even know who you stand against? If you did, you would at least not hide your Depth."
The spirit tilted its head, those seven eyes narrowing.
"You aren’t cowering and shitting yourself before my weight, so you should be Fundantal? Let show you the difference in our Depths so that an ant like you knows just who you face."
...!
At such words, waves of obsidian gray light buzzed from the spirit’s form as its Way bombarded Noah with crushing authority. The weight of THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty descended upon him like a mountain range collapsing, like the pressure at the bottom of an infinite ocean, like the grinding of tectonic plates that cared nothing for what was caught between them!
But Noah remained floating.
Even as such a terrifying weight descended on him, his position didn’t waver. His expression didn’t change. His eyes continued to regard the spirit with that calm, almost lazy attention that seed entirely inappropriate for soone facing a Fundantal Depth entity.
|Arche of Perpetual Harvest - Active Response|
|The budding Arche of Perpetual Harvest is exerting trendous effort to process incoming authority.|
|Current Function: Oppressive force redirection and conversion.|
|Result: Only 10% of pressure directed against you is actually received. The remaining 90% is being converted into harvestable essence and fed back into your reserves.|
|The spirit seems very committed to feeding you. I’m not sure he understands what’s happening, but his dedication to making you stronger is almost touching.|
|Sustainability: Current harvest rate exceeds drain rate. You are technically profiting from this assault.|
...!
Noah blinked as he looked at the prompts.
Was Ruination also becoming influenced by the arrogance and calmness of his Formless Depth? Her prompts seed a bit freer!
His eyes shone brightly as he looked at THE Fundantal Depth entity before him even more closely.
Lens of Civilization activated, and information crystallized before him.
|Entity Analysis: Gal’Thûrak the Subjugator|
|Classification: Udug Spirit Variant (Elder Form)|
|Depth: THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Distinction: THE Terror of Chains|
|Way: The Way of Subjugation|
|Principles:|
|- Principle of Binding |
|- Principle of Domination |
|- Principle of Fear Manifestation|
|- Principle of Authority Theft|
|Civilization: The Chained Collective (14,847 subjugated entities)|
|Notable Capabilities: Can temporarily steal aspects of defeated opponents’ Ways. Chain constructs possess semi-autonomous hunting behavior. Fear aura intensifies against those who recognize his reputation.|
|Weakness Assessnt: Heavily reliant on psychological warfare. Actual combat capability, while formidable, does not match the terror his reputation suggests.|
...!
After he looked at this, Noah still felt his body buzzing sowhat. THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty was still not a walk in the park for him at this mont, regardless of how much the Arche of Perpetual Harvest mitigated. The pressure that did get through was still imnse, still taxing, still demanding!
He stayed freely in the skies right now, but the mont this entity made a true Declaration, they might be able to knock him down or he would be forced to use The Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem.
But he truly wanted to test the limits of his own power and budding Archai!
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