In the region burning with obsidian flas, the tension had reached a breaking point where the next monts would determine everything.
Noah did not look back to THE Fundantal Depth Muspeli Lifeforms behind him as they sent him unique waves of Mana to communicate, their ssages carried on frequencies that only those attuned to The First Tongue could perceive and understand.
The strongest one here was Surtra, THE Esteed Whisperer.
|The Muspeli Lifeforms are here to stand beside The One Who Laid The Claim.|
Her voice resonated through the Mana itself, warm and fierce and absolutely certain.
|You have the backing of our Ways as we follow The First Tongue. We realize this is a bit abrupt and would have ideally enjoyed things playing out differently, with proper introductions and ceremonies befitting such a montous occasion, but existence is never so simple. The enemy is here and so are we. We are here for you to command.|
...!
The foremost Muspeli Lifeform who had been keeping THE Living Spirit at bay while Noah harvested the forces below spoke such words with the calm certainty of soone who had waited eons for exactly this mont!
Noah smiled, his gaze still locked on the enemy above whose countless gray eyes watched this developnt with cold calculation.
|Two Fundantal Depth Muspeli Lifeforms have officially backed The First Tongue and aligned their Ways with yours.|
|Boundless Infinite Potential is being harvested from this alliance. Their accumulated authority, their eons of dedication to The First Tongue, their willingness to stand beside you in battle against a Half-Step Absolute entity, all of it flows into your foundation as recognition of what it ans to have laid claim to The First Tongue.|
...!
Noah glanced at this prompt sharply and nodded with appreciation that he didn’t have ti to properly express, acknowledging the weight of what these Muspeli Lifeforms were offering him even as his mind remained focused on the threat that lood above with a Fragnt of a Paradoxical Axiom manifesting in his grasp.
He didn’t have ti to get to know these powerful Muspeli Lifeforms behind him, didn’t have ti to learn their histories or understand their Ways.
But there could be ti for introductions later.
They just needed to survive an encounter with a ridiculously powerful enemy first!
And to do so...
"We shall have others join us as well."
HUUUUM!
He said these words calmly as from afar, the radiant blue-gold Monolith that served as the gateway between Muspelheim and his domain shone with brilliance!
From it, the figure of THE Infiniverse herself appeared in humanoid form, her manifestation carrying the weight of an entire realm compressed into a singular presence that demanded acknowledgnt from reality itsel!
She was adorned in bejeweled multicolored battle wrappings that seed woven from the fabric of countless absorbed territories, gems of every hue imaginable studding armor that shifted between states of matter as if unable to decide what it wanted to be. Her features were sharp and imperious, and her gaze as she stared toward THE Living Spirit was cold enough to make the obsidian flas around her seem warm by comparison.
Behind her, multiple THE entities erged from the Monolith.
Khor ca first, her small form burning with the hunger.
Sigrid followed, alongside Ra’Zan who erged with his bony skull staff clutched in skeletal fingers. Phones danced around his decrepit form, weaving patterns that spoke of endings that could not be avoided and decay that could not be stopped!
Riya, Titano, The First Farr, Henry, Malphas, and Moiraine followed in succession, each of them burning with a light of a Depth that had been elevated and enhanced by their connection to Noah’s Way!
The First Tongue surrounded them all.
Noah glanced at them from afar as they spread out across the burning skies of Muspelheim.
"Stay on the periphery and impose your Way from a distance."
His voice carried across the battlefield with authority that brooked no argunt, the command of soone who understood both the capabilities and limitations of his forces.
"The enemy this ti is a powerful fucker, and direct engagent will get you killed. Fight! Fight! FIGHT!"
BOOM!
He said such words as his people, surrounded by the light of his Mana, listened to him and spread out across the obsidian-flad landscape like pieces on a board being positioned for a decisive gambit.
All but one.
THE Infiniverse did not retreat to the periphery.
Her Depth was unique, holding the weight and imnsity of the entirety of the changing and transforming Infiniverse which was even now swallowing Muspelheim and converting it into part of her ever-expanding domain.
She was not a normal entity whose Depth could be asured against conventional standards. She was a realm given consciousness, a civilization beco singular, and her power scaled with everything she had consud and continued to consu.
Similar to Noah, her Depth could not be categorized by normal ans.
And shockingly, she raised her legs as if they were hamrs ant for breaking Primordial Realms and began shooting toward THE Living Spirit as if she were a nuclear bomb aid at a target that had dared to threaten her Master!
...!
Noah saw this as he smiled wryly at her initiative.
Behind him, Surtra erupted with sandy flas that carried the weight of Fundantal Depth authority.
The other Fundantal Depth Muspeli Lifeform beside her closed their eyes in concentration as Logos and Philologies of The First Tongue wrapped around their existence with density that made the air shimr, and these linguistic constructs ford into drops of flaming rain that shot out with glorious fervor toward THE Living Spirit in an assault that combined the physical and the conceptual into sothing that was more than either alone!
anwhile, from the periphery where Noah had commanded them to remain, his forces added their authority to the assault.
Khor unleashed decillions of jaws of hunger surrounded by Phones of The First Tongue, each maw carrying the weight of her Way as they surged toward THE Living Spirit in a tide of devouring intent.
Ra’Zan grasped his bony skull staff and instantly caused a storm of rotating bones and poison filled with THE Civilizational Authority of Mana to swirl above THE Living Spirit, creating a do of death that pressed down from above while the other attacks ca from all sides.
Beside the embattled legend, Gal’Thûrak was scared shitless.
The demon spirit who had called himself THE Terror of Chains now cowered in the shadow of his master as attacks from every direction converged on their position. His seven eyes darted frantically, his chains rattling with fear rather than eager violence, his entire existence screaming that he should flee even as loyalty or perhaps simple terror kept him rooted in place.
Noah looked at this gloriously unfolding scene as he rose to face THE Living Spirit directly, his blue-gold flas billowing around him with intensity.
THE Living Spirit stood calm amidst the approaching storm. In his hand, he grasped the half-manifested Scythe that burned with the light of a Fragnt of a Paradoxical Axiom.
Noah t those countless eyes with his own blazing gaze, and his voice erged calm and asured despite the chaos of battle erupting around them.
"I want to give you the respect of an entity of your standing, the proper acknowledgnt of soone who has stood at the heights of existence since before THE Fallout reshaped everything we knew."
His flas burned brighter as he moved.
"But I don’t want a long drawn-out battle just because you are THE Living Spirit. I have things to do and places to be and an existence to reshape according to my will."
BOOM!
He smiled with the calm confidence of soone who had already decided how this would end.
"Let’s settle this in the next few seconds, okay?"
...!
His words were heavy, the declaration of soone telling a legend that their legend would end quickly rather than with the epic struggle such beings usually demanded!
THE Living Spirit erupted with ominous power in the next mont, his form solidifying further as he prepared to et the combined assault.
The Scythe in his hand blazed with Paradoxical light that made reality itself uncertain about what was possible and what was not.
"Oh, it will be settled."
His voice erged from countless mouths simultaneously, a chorus of spirits all speaking the sa words with the sa deadly certainty.
"It will be settled."
BOOM!
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