How exactly did one go about collapsing an Absolute that could not be collapsed?
Not even one at that, but three bodies of a single Absolute. Each body still emanated the ridiculous Depth of an Absolute Depth entity.
If you proposed this problem to any other being that did not have the level of an Absolute, they would begin digging their grave and simply wait to walk into it.
Because it was an impossible fucking situation.
And yet...
Noah held this impossible situation and was not digging his grave just yet.
He was not even thinking about utilizing an Anchor Point to activate THE Existential Paradox Loop!
This was a safeguard for his Civilization and Way, but it was not the final solution to everything. If he went across Existence with a mindset that if things were impossible to overco, there was always the fact that he could reverse ti itself... he knew that he would not achieve anything glorious in his journey.
He still treated everything that he did as if there was no safety net.
So even though he was facing an Absolute at this very mont, he did not plan to die and instead would be trying out a daring action.
THE Weavers were at the Lochagoi ranking. Even with whatever help they had received from Paradoxos, they could not raise their rit as fast as he did with his contributions to The First Tongue.
So they were effectively supposed to be only expressing the aura of an Interdiate Depth entity.
But the sheer Imnsity they radiated was enough to crush any Fundantal Depth entities.
An Absolute had to be given their respect.
Normally.
But Noah would not be giving any respect to these three shrewd fuckers.
Now, back to the main point.
The collapse of an Absolute.
His plan was actually a relatively simple one. It may only be capable of working once, maybe multiple tis if he did not have an audience. But since he did not have this luxury, he rely acted.
And he...
While everyone watched breathlessly to see what move would be made by the combatants in the Arena...
Noah shockingly took his right hand and plunged it into his chest!
His muscles opened freely as if allowing everything to happen!
Crimson-gold blood leaked out to form swirling rivers around him that shaped themselves into infinity symbols! The blood moved with purpose, painting patterns of boundlessness in the air itself!
And from the hand that he plunged into his chest, he shockingly grasped an incandescent object.
And pulled out... a Heart.
DUM! DUM! DUM!
The beat of the Heart perated across this entire place!
Every single entity in The Palaestra felt a sense of exhilaration and trepidation wash over them! The sound was not rely auditory. It resonated through their very foundations. It made their own Hearts beat in sympathy. It made their very Ways tremble with recognition of what they were perceiving!
His Heart!
THE Heart of THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons!
It was unfathomably glorious!
The size of two fists pressed together, it blazed with blue-gold radiance that made the artificial lighting of The Palaestra seem dim by comparison. Veins of crystallized Mana ran across its surface in patterns that wrote and rewrote themselves constantly. It pulsed with life that transcended re biological function.
Twirling Archai orbited around it like satellites around a star!
Seals of Absolute Tongue wrapped around it in protective embrace!
This was not rely an organ. This was the concentrated essence of everything Noah had beco. His Claim. His Way. His authority over The First Tongue itself.
A mont later, from Noah’s head, a radiant blue-gold book also erged!
It was none other than THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons!
Its pages opened to the halfway point, blank sheets waiting to be filled with compressed foundations. He shockingly took his Heart and placed it upon the pages of the Grimoire.
Its terrifyingly sacred aura erupted imnsely in the next mont!
Every single follower of The First Tongue in The Palaestra rose to their feet in shock!
Glossarians gasped!
Hoplites fell to their knees!
Lochagoi stumbled backward!
Polemarchs reached out as if they could grasp what they were seeing from across the Arena!
The empty throne of Glossikos far above was instantly filled!
She appeared with a look of shock that transcended her normally composed deanor! Her pages rustled violently! Her obsidian-blue eyes widened to impossible degrees!
Monts later, all others rose with utter solemnity!
Paradoxos stood on their contradictory throne, four eyes fixed on what was happening below.
Khaotikos looked over, his expression shifting to sothing unreadable!
Ontikos... even Ontikos seed to lean forward slightly, a movent that for him was equivalent to screaming!
Thereafter, Noah took the Grimoire and Heart before him...
And pushed it out calmly.
It floated toward THE Weavers.
All three bodies of THE Weavers had an incredulous look on every single one of their faces.
Noah’s imposing figure stood with an open chest, crimson-gold blood still flowing in infinity patterns around him. His eyes burned with certainty that defied the madness of what he was doing.
"That right there is the entirety of my Way and Claim of The First Tongue."
His voice carried across the silent Arena.
"Many want my Claim. Many want to be one of THE Four."
He gestured toward the floating Grimoire and Heart.
"As an Absolute, you should be able to tell whether it’s genuine. That right there... is everything that many dream of."
His smile held no warmth.
"Take it, and you can effectively claim The First Tongue."
He spread his arms.
"My... Everything."
...!
BOOM!
His singular action was so ridiculous and devastating and unbelievable all at once that even THE Weavers didn’t know how to react!
The Grimoire and the Heart floated toward them rapidly!
Outside the Arena, the figure of Paradoxos stood up and floated above as if they wanted to enter the Arena themselves. Their four eyes fud with greed that contradicted itself! Two faces twisted with desire that was the sa and different simultaneously!
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