The Weavings related to THE Living Paradox were absolutely crawling with corruption. It made sense given what Noah now understood.
THE Living Paradox spread instability through his very actions. His changes to reality created byproducts of malformation that naturally accumulated around anything connected to him.
The Weavings related to THE Creature were also surprisingly infected.
But Chaos...
Chaos was actually relatively clean.
It did not make sense!
Was THE Primordial Chaos more diligent than even Paradox and THE Creature?
The being who represented disorder and entropy was sohow maintaining his domain with more care than those who represented existence and contradiction?
Noah filed this information away for later contemplation. There was sothing there. So insight into the nature of THE Primordial Chaos that contradicted his apparent philosophy. So secret hidden in the cleanliness of Chaos that spoke of intentions not yet revealed.
But for now, he had work to do.
Noah perceived all of this before he shook his head and focused.
In the next mont, he began forming a Logos with his Seals of Absolute Tongue.
The Seals that were branded across his skin blazed with incandescent light. They rotated around his form, aligning themselves according to principles that transcended normal linguistic construction. Letters combined. Sounds rged. aning crystallized.
A word ford.
A word of power.
A word that carried the authority of THE Weaver of Existence, THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons.
CLEANSE!
BOOOM!
He did not need to use it like this.
He could have just utilized his Depth and expressed it to press down on all the Corrupted Growths he saw. It would have been efficient. It would have been effective. It would have accomplished the sa goal with less expenditure of authority.
But he did it because he could.
He did it because he wanted to see what would happen when The First Tongue itself commanded corruption to cease.
He did it because he was a farr, and a farr took pride in the tools of his trade.
In the next mont, a blinding blue-gold light perated over everything Noah had the visibility to see!
It spread like dawn breaking across an endless horizon!
It washed over THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt, touching every corner of that vast domain where four philosophical factions competed for supremacy.
It spread through THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap.
It spread into the nearby Wastes, pushing back against corruption that had seed eternal. For just a mont, for just a breath, so regions of the Wastes of THE Fallout beca slightly less chaotic. Slightly more stable. Slightly more like what they had been before THE Living Paradox had scarred reality itself.
And as soon as his cleansing light passed over it, all the countless Corrupted Growths across different regions of Observable Existence that he could see and grasp trembled!
They shriveled!
The green-obsidian masses that had been feeding on purity found themselves facing authority that transcended their parasitic existence. They could not resist. They could not flee. They could only transform.
They turned into pure white-gold light!
The corruption that had been feeding on The First Tongue was converted back into Pure Civilizational Authority that then sank and perated into the surrounding Observable Existence. What had been poison beca dicine. What had been degradation beca nourishnt. What had been entropy beca stability.
All the lines representing golden threads of Principles related to Fate beca clean.
All the endless blue-gold seas perating over everything that Noah saw beca free of any Corrupted Growths.
And as this cleansing finished, the affected regions seed to shine even more brightly!
The First Tongue ran cleaner through Weavings that had been partially clogged with corruption. Principles pulsed with renewed vigor now that parasites no longer fed upon them. Nearby Existence itself seed to breathe easier in the regions that Noah had touched.
And as this action finished...
BOOM!
Noah felt a loud boom in his mind and existence!
A heavy and unfathomable thing erged within him!
It was not Depth. It was not Weight. It was not any of the conventional asurents of power that he had grown accustod to tracking.
It was sothing else entirely.
Sothing that felt like concentrated wonder from Observable Existence itself.
|Purification Complete|
|You have cleansed a significant portion of Existence and contributed to the net positive stability of Observable Existence, and this contribution has been recognized.|
|Finally, for the first ti in your existence, you are a significant contributing mber of Civilization, of Observable Existence, as before this mont you only took and harvested and consud and grew through the collapse of others, which is not wrong since it is how the strong beco stronger, but it is not the only way.|
|The grander the contributors of Observable Existence are, the grander Observable Existence is, and vice versa, because Observable Existence is vast and seemingly endless but it does not exist by itself as it is not a passive backdrop against which events unfold, but rather a living musing woven from the contributions of all who exist within it.|
|Those within it decide just how imnse they are, and as a result, how imnse Observable Existence itself becos.|
|You have decided to be imnse, and Observable Existence has thus beco enen more imnse.|
...!
The prompts were heavy, but Noah only gave them a glance.
His attention was focused on what was erging in his existence.
He looked inward, toward THE Organ of Civilization where his Ways and Depths were housed. Where his Civilizations of Mana and Hunger flowed through. Where the newly inherited Derivative Civilization of Undifferentiated Fate had begun flowing.
And there, forming among these foundations, was sothing new.
It looked like a cluster of mobius strips wrapping around each other endlessly, surfaces that had no true beginning or end, edges that connected to themselves in impossible geotries. It pulsed with light that was simultaneously all colors and no color. It humd with a frequency that resonated with the very fabric of Observable Existence.
And it was fucking heavy.
Fat and heavy!
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