So he stepped deeper toward the vibrant pools.
Above him, the artificial sky seed to shimr with anticipation. The contribution he had made would allow the descent of loot for him to consu in these pools to refine his foundation even further.
As he neared the pools, his existence was literally fed more information through The First Tongue!
|TREASURES OF THE THERMAE|
|The treasures in this region take the form of consumable items that must be ingested while bathing in the pools.|
|Each treasure contributes to progression through the cycles of Katharsis.|
|Examples of Known Treasures:|
|Ambrosia Pellets: Small golden spheres that taste of honey and starlight. Contributes 1% toward next Katharsis cycle. Classification: Common.|
|Nectar of the Muses: Liquid silver that flows upward when poured. Contributes 5% toward next Katharsis cycle. Enhances comprehension during refinent. Classification: Uncommon.|
|Ichor Crystals: Crystallized essence that pulses with inner light. Contributes 10% toward next Katharsis cycle. Temporarily elevates perception during consumption. Classification: Rare.|
|The Apples of the Hesperides: Golden fruits that never rot, warm to the touch. Contributes 25% toward next Katharsis cycle. One of the most sought-after treasures. Classification: Very Rare.|
|Protheus’s Ember: A fragnt of an infinite fla contained in a small bronze vessel. Contributes 50% toward next Katharsis cycle. Burns away impurities with divine fire. Classification: Extrely Rare.|
|The Cornucopia Draught: Liquid that contains the essence of endless abundance. Instantly completes current Katharsis cycle regardless of progress. Classification: Legendary.|
|Kronos’s Crystallized Mont: A frozen instant of ti given physical form. Completes current cycle AND provides 50% progress toward the next. Only 3 have ever been found. Classification: Mythical.|
...!
The treasures ranged from common to mythical!
One may ask... just what would the one who contributed 9 new letters of The First Tongue obtain in a treasure vault of Glossarians that protected and studied The First Tongue itself?
Noah had a brilliant smile as he thought of this.
He arrived before an incandescent obsidian-blue pool.
The mont his eyes landed on it, its details unveiled before him!
|You have arrived before The Pool of Lethe (Forgetting).|
|Function: Helps one forget inefficient patterns in their foundation, allowing for reconstruction.|
|Stepping into any pool will also allow for the generation and acceptance of treasures based on the quality and imnsity of your contributions.|
|This pool is particularly effective for those seeking to rebuild foundations that have accumulated flaws over ti.|
...!
A glorious pool lay before him!
Noah’s steps didn’t stop.
He went down the glistening blue-gold stairs that led into the vast pool. It looked more like a mini sea than a bathing area, stretching outward until steam and distance obscured its far edges.
And it felt...
"Well damn..."
It felt fucking hot!
The steam emanating from the Pool of Lethe did not do justice to the level of heat the waters held! Just halfway in, Noah felt the scorching temperatures penetrate into his skin and toward his existence.
The heat sought any and all inefficiencies to eradicate!
It burned through patterns that had calcified without his notice.
It seared away assumptions that had beco limitations.
And while it did so...
Noah fully subrged his body!
The obsidian-gold waters surged around his upper chest, lapping against his muscular form with heat that would have vaporized normal THE Surface Depth entities!
He reclined back gloriously, finding a position that allowed him to relax while the waters worked their magic.
He raised his head to see the shimring artificial sky.
The 27 Phones continued their slow rotation, and the sky itself began shining gold! No doubt allowing many vibrant treasures to manifest soon.
But...
At such a ti.
The obsidian waters a few ters away from him churned.
His eyes beca sharp.
He looked over with the alertness of one who had survived countless ambushes.
And shockingly... a vibrant head of hair began to rise from beneath the surface!
An...entity.
The only way Noah could describe the erging head and figure was that of a Dryad.
Her hair was composed of flowing vines and leaves that seed perpetually in bloom, colors shifting between erald and gold with each movent.
Her features were delicate but ancient. Her skin had a faint bark-like texture that spoke of connection to primordial nature itself!
Her upper body erged from the waters with casual grace, revealing form that was simultaneously organic and grand. Shoulders that seed to grow from living wood. Arms that flowed like branches reaching toward sunlight. A presence that spoke of forests that had existed before differentiation gave them nas.
And her eyes!
They had a brilliant obsidian-blue swirl of imnsity and glory.
Depths that contained ages of accumulated wisdom! Light that spoke of authority earned through eons of dedication! Patterns that seed to write and rewrite themselves with each passing mont.
While looking at her, Noah could have sworn he felt the aura of a Muspeli Lifeform.
That particular resonance of fire and transformation that marked those born in Muspelheim.
But this being whom he did not sense or observe before they showed themselves... she gazed at him calmly.
Her eyes were filled with analysis that missed nothing. Every detail of his existence was being cataloged. Or she was trying to anyways.
Then she waved her hand.
A wall of pure Mana ford behind her!
She leaned back on it casually, just like Noah, her arms outstretched behind her in a pose of complete relaxation.
Steam swirled around her form, obscuring and revealing in equal asure!
And Noah... could not sense any aura from her at all.
Nothing.
As if she simply didn’t exist from a perceptual standpoint.
And yet Noah felt the sa perception from her that he had now felt from a few others.
That stifling sensation of oppression.
That heaviness that felt undeniable!
That brilliance as if one was standing too close to the sun.
It was without a doubt the brilliance of an Absolute!
An Absolute that at this mont looked at Noah with eyes that held ancient amusent.
"You co into soone’s spring unannounced, and you don’t even introduce yourself?"
Her words were oppressive.
Her voice carried authority that made the waters around them ripple in response! The artificial sky above seed to dim slightly in deference to her presence! Even the heat of the Pool of Lethe seed to intensify, as if recognizing its master.
Her gaze was even more so!
Those obsidian-blue eyes bore into Noah with weight that would have crushed most beings into submission. They demanded acknowledgnt! They required respect!
Yet Noah stared back calmly.
His voice ca out soon after, steady and unshaken.
"You must be Glossikos the Articulate."
...!
BOOM!
Glossikos!
An entity that was one of the four Absolutes in THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt!
The supre leader of the Glossarians!
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