Axioms had to be truly terrifying things.
Just a Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem allowed for one to lower the Depth of another, and this alone was a capability that could reshape the outco of any battle, but what did the other Fragnts that completed the entire Axiom do? What capabilities lay dormant in the pieces he had not yet obtained? And what could one do with an entire Axiom of Mayhem fully assembled and bent to one’s will?
Noah had such thoughts racing through his mind as he put all his weight on activating a re Fragnt, and even then the process felt impossible, like trying to lift a mountain with hands that were already trembling from exertion.
But sothing occurred soon after which allowed him to feel a load taken off his shoulders, a weight that had been pressing down upon his reserves suddenly vanishing as if it had never existed.
|Thesis Actualization Complete|
|Your Thesis "Within Muspelheim, only those to whom I grant permission may draw power from The First Tongue" has gone unchallenged.|
|Challenge Window: Expired. No entity attempted dialectic debate against your proposition.|
|Status: Actualized. Your Thesis has solidified into local truth within its coverage area.|
|Previous Maintenance Cost: 67% of available imnsity required for active maintenance.|
|Current Maintenance Cost: 0%. The Thesis now maintains itself as an accepted truth of this region.|
|Congratulations, Master. You proposed that you should control who gets to speak reality’s oldest language, and Existence examined your proposition, found no one willing to argue against it, and shrugged in acceptance.|
|Your imnsity and weight are now fully available for other applications.|
...!
The mont such a thing occurred, Noah felt his existence pulse with weight and imnsity once more as reserves that had been committed to maintaining his Thesis flooded back into his core, filling him with power that had been unavailable just monts before.
He looked at the marble spinning in his grasp, and his eyes shone with blue-gold brilliance as he spoke words that carried the weight of soone who had laid claim to The First Tongue itself.
"The First Tongue commands you, little marble. Don’t believe yourself grander than it."
HUUUUM!
The mont such words bood out across the burning landscape of Muspelheim, his imnsity of THE Formless Depth surged outward and exerted itself onto the Fragnt with authority that sought no resistance, and the marble that had been demanding tribute as if it were the superior force began to spin with a crimson obsidian glow that spoke of activation rather than negotiation!
Above, THE Living Spirit looked down with coldness!
And then the light of the Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem flashed out far faster than Planck speed and perated across this entire region of Muspelheim with inevitability that could not be dodged or blocked or denied!
Noah’s existence began to buzz with sensations that straddled the line between agony and ecstasy, his body trying to lift from the crater he had been thrown into as if gravity itself had decided to reconsider its earlier judgnt!
His eyes t THE Living Spirit’s countless gazes, and he smiled with the calm confidence of soone who had always wanted to test himself against such a being and was finally getting his chance.
"I have heard many legends about you. Stories of The Earliest Folds..."
His voice carried across the burning skies, reaching not just THE Living Spirit but his armies and his subordinates and the Muspeli Lifeforms who watched from their positions.
"I always wondered about your fate, and the fate of THE Living Dinsional, THE Living Quantum, THE Living Concept, and even THE Living Temporal." He tilted his head, studying the massive entity before him with genuine curiosity. "Did they stand with THE Creature, or THE Living Paradox? Seeing you moving out here like this all safe and sound... does that an that you bent the knee to Paradox?"
He broke free from the constraints and floated higher, his robes of crystallized starlight billowing around him as the Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem continued to pulse with crimson obsidian light in his grasp!
"Is the grand Living Spirit moving under his command? Were you told to co here to Muspelheim under the orders of THE Living Paradox? Are there others like you here? Quantum? Concept? That bum fucker Elental? "
His smile widened, and there was sothing almost predatory in it now, the expression of soone who had found prey worthy of the hunt.
"You see, I have so many questions, and I don’t think that you are one to give answers freely. So I will take it upon myself today to see if a legend can be cracked, to see if the entities that I used to only hear legends about can be brought low."
He raised his hand, and the Fragnt pulsed in response as if eager to demonstrate its capabilities.
"Tell , O Living Spirit... do you bleed?"
...!
THE Living Spirit looked down at this entity who dared to speak to him in such a manner, this being whose Depth should have made him nothing more than an insect to be crushed, and his countless faces twisted with burning lividity that made the eternal flas of Muspelheim seem cold by comparison.
His form, composed of countless spirits compressed into singular presence, roiled with calm fury that he had not felt in eons!
And yet he could feel it.
The change!
The shift in his existence that the Fragnt had wrought.
His weight, his imnsity, his Depth that had stood at Half-Step Absolute... sothing was wrong with it now, sothing fundantal had been altered by that crimson obsidian light!
At the sa ti, prompts blood before Noah with comprehensive detail.
|Fragnt of THE Axiom of Mayhem - Activation Report|
|An imnse concentration of your THE Civilizational Units of Everything has flooded into the Fragnt to power its activation on selected targets.|
|THE Organ of Civilization pulses brilliantly as the engine of your Civilization and bears all the cost. Current strain: Significant but sustainable. Your foundation holds firm.|
|Selected Targets and Results:|
|Target 1: THE Living Spirit|
|Original Depth: Half-Step Absolute Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Fragnt Effect: Resisted. When two Absolute capabilities et, complexities bloom. A Fragnt of an Axiom is a part of an Absolute, and THE Living Spirit was partly an Absolute himself. The clash of these authorities resulted in partial effect rather than full implentation.|
|Current Depth: Peak of THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Assessnt: Still terrifyingly powerful, but no longer operating with the weight of soone touching the Absolute. He has been pulled back from the threshold he stood upon. Whether this makes him manageable or rely less impossible remains to be seen.|
|Target 2: Gal’Thûrak THE Subjugator|
|Original Depth: THE Fundantal Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Fragnt Effect: Full implentation. No Absolute qualities to resist.|
|Current Depth: THE Interdiate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty|
|Assessnt: That fucker has fallen from Fundantal to Interdiate. Combined with his earlier submission and your Thesis restrictions, he is now operating at a fraction of his forr capability. He seems like a good candidate to either kill for multiple Fragnts of Moirai Threads or to imprison in THE Infinite Desmoterion.|
|What would having a Fundantal Depth prisoner do for your Way?|
|Additional Targets: The other Fundantal Depth follower of THE Living Spirit surrounding the citadel of flas below has also been affected. They now stand at Interdiate Depth as well.|
|You have just created a target-rich environnt of forr Fundantal Depth entities who are now within a range you can more feasibly engage. Whether you harvest them for Moirai Threads or collect them for THE Infinite Desmoterion, the options before you are considerably more palatable than they were thirty seconds ago.|
...!
Noah looked at these vibrant prompts and absorbed their implications in an instant, understanding blooming alongside opportunity as he recognized just how dramatically the Fragnt had shifted the dynamics of this confrontation.
THE Living Spirit, reduced from Half-Step Absolute to peak Fundantal.
Gal’Thûrak, fallen from Fundantal to Interdiate.
The other Fundantal Depth entities around the citadel, all now standing at Interdiate as well.
An army of legends brought low by a single activation.
He made his move without hesitation, his figure shooting upward with rapidity that left afterimages of blue-gold light trailing behind him as he rocketed toward THE Living Spirit with intent that could not be mistaken for anything other than violence.
He did not underestimate a legend like THE Living Spirit, not even for a mont, because he knew that peak Fundantal Depth was still a height that exceeded his own weight and imnsity by significant margins, knew that the countless spirits composing that entity’s form represented eons of accumulated power and knowledge and combat experience.
But at so point, legends fell.
At so point, the stories that had made children tremble and empires kneel beca rely that, stories of beings who had once been untouchable but were now bleeding in the dirt like everyone else.
He was more than okay acting as the blade to weed out this legend!
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