She asked as her eyes burned with a dangerous light, her smile never leaving her features as she was acting as if she was gossiping with a long-term friend about inconsequential matters.
And yet Origin looked at Emotive with clear distaste as she said with a voice that could have frozen the waterfalls of liquid Mana flowing throughout the citadel.
"Who I associate with is none of your concern."
...!
Her words were chilly as Emotive smiled even more brilliantly.
She ca ever closer as she wrapped her hands around Origin once more, leaning in to whisper in her ear with a breath that carried the weight of countless chaotic emotions.
"How is Osmont? Is he as... grand as THE Creature? Is that why he made you jump ship?"
Her whisper held manic intensity.
"I’ve been... ecstatic to et him, you know. Could you introduce us?"
Her grip tightened slightly.
"You always have this way of picking the good ones first, and the rest of us can only et them later..."
...!
Her words were filled with manic emotions as Origin calmly took Emotive’s hands off her body and distanced herself while moving to stand beside a solemn First Hunger.
Her gaze remained heavy as she looked at Emotive and then at THE Primordial Chaos and THE Living Elental above.
"What do you want?"
What did they want?
Or in this case, what did Emotive want, because sohow, as always, she was moving things along with her chaotic interference.
"What do I want? Oh, I want many things in Existence. So many. I want...!"
Before she could finish her words, Emotive stopped.
At this mont, THE Primordial Chaos landed down beside them.
A unique air of power radiated from him that cut off everything and everyone.
It even pressed down on Emotive as if to say... enough of your antics, a true power is here.
...!
Emotive’s gaze flickered as her eyes flashed with humiliation, but Chaos seed serious at this ti as even she could not step out of line!
Because as much as she loved to break boundaries and play, THE Primordial Chaos was still one of THE Four!
They were all Absolutes, but THE Primordial Chaos could likely crush her and Elental with the sa thumb he pressed down with.
They were absolutely not in the sa category.
At this mont, Chaos walked over and looked at Origin and Hunger with a serene gaze that held depths of calculation behind its apparent calm.
"As if we are back in Ginnungagap again in that pivotal mont."
His voice carried nostalgia that seed almost genuine.
"How unique."
He paused.
"But when it cos to what I want... it is actually the sa as always."
His shifting features settled into sothing almost kind.
"I want a choice."
He tilted his head as he studied Origin more closely.
"I didn’t expect it until I looked closely at you, but... you can reach out to THE Youngest, can’t you?"
His smile beca sothing that made even Emotive grow still.
"I wish to give you the choice to call him over. I feel like a conversation is long overdue."
BOOM!
The gaze of THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger beca heavy.
A conversation?
Nothing with an Absolute was ever just... a conversation!
—
Noah sat on an enlarged Skoll who now looked like a very good dog of large size as he entered what was known as The Ousia in the Middle City, so Polis, where mainly Lochagoi resided.
The Ousia was a grand domain that Existentialists gathered around, and it looked like an ancient structure fused with Existence itself.
Pillars of living stone rose toward artificial skies that shifted with the breathing of the realm. Gardens of conceptual flowers blood in patterns that spoke of truths about being and becoming. Pools of liquid Existence reflected not images but essences, showing those who gazed into them glimpses of what they truly were beneath their surface forms.
At this mont, Noah was looking at a figure of a fairy-like existence who sat atop a small mountain surrounded by multicolored sacred herbs.
There were multiple such mountains like this surrounding The Ousia where many Existentialists cultivated, beings so attuned to nature and Existence that they did not even go to THE Palaestra for the battle that just took place.
They cared nothing for the politics of factions or the drama of challenges. They simply existed, cultivating their understanding of being itself.
But here was... The Disciple of THE Secretive Eon.
Nyx.
She was a bit different from the image he sas before, but she was...serene, her form composed of twilight given flesh and purpose. Her skin held the color of the mont between day and night, that liminal space where neither sun nor stars held dominion.
Her hair flowed like shadows learning to dance, dark and luminous simultaneously. Her wings were currently retracted, folded into her back as if they had never existed, but the spaces where they would erge shimred with potential.
Her gaze was solid and unchanging as if she was truly trying to blend in with the surrounding Existence, becoming one with the sacred herbs and conceptual flowers and pools of liquid being that surrounded her cultivation spot.
Her master had said this entity was a fan of THE Creature, soone who idolized Existence itself and had traveled to THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt specifically to be closer to his domain.
She was also an entity who could cross levels of power, sitting at THE Interdiate Depth but holding power at THE Fundantal Depth through foundations that defied conventional classification.
Noah looked at her calmly.
This being opened her eyes and blinked as she looked at him before she saw the graceful visage of Glossikos floating nearby.
She quickly grew astonished as she rose up and nodded respectfully with deference that spoke of genuine reverence for the Strategoi.
"To what do I owe the honor of having the great Strategos, Glossikos, co to my humble self?"
She asked such a question toward Glossikos as Noah looked at her calmly and said with directness that cut through any pretense of ceremony.
"An Absolute just fell in THE Palaestra. This didn’t interest you enough to co see?"
This being ca to look at Noah calmly with twilight eyes that held depths of philosophical certainty as she said with a voice like the quiet mont before dawn.
"Absolutes rise. Absolutes fall. It has nothing to do with as it is the nature of Existence."
She said such words with such calm detachnt that Noah gazed at her silently for a mont before he said with pragmatic urgency that had no patience for philosophical musings.
"Okay. Your Master sent to get you. And I actually don’t have the ti right now, so let’s do this quickly."
He said such words calmly because his existence perceived the Imnsity of an Absolute near his Absolute Seal of Quintessence that he had given to Origin!
The Seal was akin to an extension of himself as it allowed him to know where she and Tor were, and he could theoretically do a few things with it as at this ti, he felt the familiar, suffocating aura of none other than...
THE Primordial Chaos.
So within Alfheimr, THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger were for one reason or another coming across Chaos.
Why would THE Primordial Chaos be in the ho of THE Creature?
There were many questions, but as always, Existence continued to move however it wished.
The only thing he could do was move alongside it to see how he could navigate it with all the terrifying monsters out there.
Nyx raised her brows at his words as she said with the calm certainty of soone who understood reality.
"Only a Polemarch can exit THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt, and with the agreent and permission of two Strategoi at that. And I am finding this place very beneficial as..."
Before she could even finish her words, Noah turned over to Glossikos and said with authority that expected compliance rather than requested it.
"I have an overabundance of contributions. I would like to transfer a sufficient amount to Nyx here, to Ul’moreth, and to my dog here to give them sufficient ranking."
...!
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