The prompts were unique ones.
Noah read them calmly while feeling the continued imnsity of his existence grow with each passing mont.
The imnsity of his Physique of THE Indestructible Lexicon of Absolute Weight that was made up of THE 27 Seals of Absolute Tongue... he felt it all get so much heavier!
Even though his actual power was supposed to be spilling into THE Fundantal Depth!
Even though he should have been advancing toward higher classifications!
But at this mont, as if he could envision muscles for THE Surface Depth and THE Interdiate Depth...
Especially because of his body here in THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt...
He felt like the muscles of these prior Depths were still thin.
As if they had not been worked out enough.
As if they were not as big as they could potentially be.
So the terrifying harvest that was stemming from the usage of his Phones across Observable Existence for the first ti...
|FOUNDATION REINFORCENT IN PROGRESS|
|Incoming harvest is flooding into your Foundational Physique to reinforce your determined imnsity at THE Surface Depth and THE Interdiate Depth simultaneously.|
|This is an unprecedented event.|
|Most entities advance through Depths and never look back.|
|Their foundations at lower Depths remain static, unchanged from the mont they progressed.|
|You are different.|
|Your foundations continue to grow even as you advance.|
|Current Assessnt:|
|A rough approximation has been made based on comparative analysis with known Absolute-class entities.|
|THE Surface Depth:|
|Your Weight at this classification currently exceeds 175/100th of what current powerful Absolutes like THE Creature held at the sa stage.|
|You are nearly twice as heavy at Surface Depth as THE Creature was when he occupied that classification.|
|THE Interdiate Depth:|
|Your Weight at this classification holds 200/100th of what current Absolutes held at the sa stage.|
|You are exactly twice as fat at Interdiate Depth as THE Creature was.|
|THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons Assessnt:|
|Likely, much grander imnsity is possible.|
|Its pages are still blank and ready to be filled with endless compressed foundations.|
|The ceiling has not been found.|
|The limit has not been reached.|
|Continue building.|
...!
Yes!
He felt gloriously fat and heavy all around!
Every single one of the twenty-seven Seals that represented his compressed power... it felt like each one was becoming so dense, so weighty, so impossibly heavy that if he took just one and threw it at an enemy...
He would smash a Fundantal Depth entity with it and reject a Declaration!
This was the power that he was building!
This was the foundation that would eventually support his ascent to heights that even THE Four had not reached!
At this ti, his eyes opened wide to the imnse silence in the Logoseion.
The Glossarians were looking at him with awe after his proclamation.
Hoplites stared with expressions that had transcended re shock into sothing approaching fervor. Lochagoi analyzed the nine floating Phones with desperate intensity, trying to morize every stroke, every curve, every nuance of aning. Even the Polemarchs who had erged from the shadows watched with eyes that burned with questions they barely dared to ask.
After this brief period of silence...
Monts later, multiple Polemarchs began to co out one after another!
Primordial Perfected Ginnu Lifeforms who held the heavy power of Fundantal Depth entities! Beings whose Weight within this domain made them feel like they were nearing the level of Half-Step Absolute Depth! Ancient scholars who had dedicated their existences to understanding The First Tongue!
They encircled the figure of Noah!
Not threateningly. Not with hostility. But with the careful reverence of those who had just witnessed sothing that exceeded their understanding of what was possible.
One was an entity that had a humanoid body seemingly made out of countless blue-gold pages.
Her form rustled with every movent, inscriptions shifting across her surface as if she was a living library given consciousness. Her eyes shone brilliantly at this mont, filled with questions that multiplied faster than she could process them.
"Is it possible if we take sir out of here montarily to another place?"
Her voice ca respectful but urgent.
Whatever she wanted to discuss, whatever questions she needed answered... they were too important for the public setting of the Logoseion.
Noah looked at this and nodded.
Then he turned around and pointed toward Lumivara, Ul’moreth, and Skoll.
The little fox watched with shining eyes, her injuries from Gilgash and THE Weavers’ assault seemingly forgotten in the excitent of what her Master had just accomplished.
Ul’moreth stood with ancient dignity, his countless hairs rippling with pride.
And Skoll sat like a very good dog while looking up toward Noah, his tail wagging slowly, his neon flas flickering with patient loyalty. He didn’t understand what had happened. He didn’t need to understand. He was simply happy to be here with his Master!
"Them as well."
...!
Noah’s words were simple but absolute.
The Polemarch in front of him nodded without hesitation.
She waved her hands, and a light of white-gold Mana flashed from her form! It wrapped around Noah, Lumivara, Ul’moreth, and Skoll with gentle authority as...
They disappeared from the Logoseion!
The Polemarch turned to the Glossarians who remained, her page-like body rustling with the weight of command.
"Continue comprehending and utilizing the newly introduced Phones of The First Tongue."
Her voice carried across every corner of the chamber.
"Keep your loyalty to The First Tongue tight."
Her eyes swept across Hoplites and Lochagoi alike.
"And your mouths even tighter."
...!
The warning was clear.
What had happened here was not to be discussed casually. The arrival of THE Genesis Monarch, the revelation of nine new Phones, the implications for everything the Glossarians believed... all of it was sensitive information that required careful handling.
After she said this, she, Ophelia, and other Polemarchs disappeared as well!
Only a few remained behind to maintain order in the Logoseion.
And not even seconds later...
HUUM!
From different directions, lights of Chaos, Paradox, and pure Existence shone!
The boundaries between philosophical schools ant nothing when sothing this significant occurred!
Polemarchs of the Paradoxians appeared first!
Their togas of obsidian-gold and white rippled with contradictory energy! Their faces held expressions that were simultaneously shocked and unsurprised, as if they had expected sothing unexpected!
Polemarchs of the Existentialists arrived next!
Their simple white togas blazed with multicolored radiance that spoke of pure being! Their eyes burned with the need to understand what had just altered the fundantal fabric of linguistic reality!
Polemarchs of the Chaosites materialized last!
Their forms swirled with entropy and disorder! Their expressions held the manic excitent of those who thrived when established orders were disrupted!
They looked toward the nearby Glossarian Polemarchs they knew very well!
A Chaosite Polemarch who looked like a massive obsidian titan stepped forward. His body was carved from solidified disorder, constantly shifting and reforming in ways that hurt to observe directly.
"What happened?"
His voice rumbled like collapsing mountains.
The Glossarian Polemarch who remained looked up with a shining gaze.
He looked around at the other Glossarians still present in the Logoseion. At the Hoplites and Lochagoi who were already attempting to inscribe Infinity and Quintessence and Tyranny into the air before them. At the nine brilliant Phones that still floated above the plasma sea, slowly beginning to fade now that their creator had departed.
"We have uncovered new Phones of The First Tongue."
His voice ca asured and careful.
"As you all sensed."
He spread his hands in a gesture of shared confusion.
"We are just as shocked as you all are!"
They said such words with clear eyes!
The lie was masterfully delivered. Not a complete falsehood, but a careful omission. They HAD uncovered new Phones. They WERE shocked. They simply failed to ntion the entity who had revealed them.
The surroundings buzzed with activity!
Polemarchs of all four philosophical schools began attempting to write the new Phones for themselves! Infinity took shape beneath trembling fingers! Quintessence blazed into existence with expressions of wonder! Tyranny pressed down upon those who inscribed it, making them feel its weight!
The other Primordial Perfected Ginnu Lifeforms were breathless!
They knew there was sothing larger here.
Nine new Phones didn’t simply appear from nowhere. Soone had revealed them. Soone had fundantally altered The First Tongue in ways that shouldn’t have been possible.
But they did not wish to make their suspicions too obvious!
Not yet.
Not until they understood more.
But at this ti, Noah could be considered to have fully arrived in THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt!
He had made a contribution nobody else could.
His rit Points continued to increase even now as he was escorted away by Polemarchs!
The numbers on his toga climbed higher and higher, approaching and then exceeding the threshold of Lochagos, pushing toward territories that even ancient scholars took centuries to reach!
One had to wonder...
Just what would be obtained from this region of the Vault of Ginnungagap by contributing what he contributed?
What rewards awaited soone who had given the Glossarians nine new letters of their most sacred language?
What treasures from before THE Fallout would be unveiled for THE Genesis Monarch?
The answers awaited in whatever destination the Polemarchs were taking him!
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