His own existence buzzed as a harvest almost equivalent to when he collapsed THE Weavers began to flood into him!
The authority that ca from having an Absolute back your Way was imnse. It was a relationship that benefited both parties in ways that transcended normal understanding.
But right now wasn’t about him.
He looked at the one who had taught him the Phones of The First Tongue.
The glorious visage of Ul’moreth shone with obsidian and gold light that blazed against the corrupted backdrop of The Wastes of THE Fallout. The abundance of hair that surrounded him seed to pulse with life of its own, each strand carrying authority that would have crushed Fundantal Depth entities through proximity alone.
The hair looked like it was hiding a mountain of Imnsity and wonder beneath its countless strands. Like the true form of Ul’moreth was sothing so vast and profound that it required this covering to exist within normal space without tearing reality apart.
Even though Noah could barely perceive the humanoid visage of Ul’moreth underneath all that hair, he felt like he could see eyes shining in obsidian-gold that held imnse pride and thankfulness.
But there was no need for that between teacher and student.
Noah’s own eyes seed to convey this understanding as the first words Ul’moreth spoke as his existence radiated the glory of an Absolute were delivered in The First Tongue itself.
|Little Anomaly, how can your teacher be of help? No student should have to bear the weight of Existence alone.|
He spoke with a voice that resonated across dinsions, filled with earnestness and Imnsity that made the air itself tremble with the weight of his sincerity.
Noah felt his existence buzzing as he smiled toward Ul’moreth.
"There is much to be done, but first... let’s get you decked out."
As he said this, he closed his eyes and thrust his hand out to empty space as he accessed THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers!
Inside of it, his hand appeared like a phantom over the treasure vault where the items he could not previously grasp still waited. He reached toward two things that had resisted his collection before.
He looked toward his teacher as he said with a smile that held anticipation.
"Let’s use your power as an Absolute to pull out a few things from a coffin."
The mont he said this, the Weavings of Undifferentiated Fate wrapped around Ul’moreth in obsidian-gold light!
A hairy hand thrust out from the mass of strands that was now THE Big Stepper!
It delved into the pocket of space Noah had opened, quickly burning blue-gold to mimic Noah’s aura as it reached into THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers!
And then it pulled!
BOOM!
Massive Golden Scissors gushed out of the pocket with authority that made reality itself groan in protest!
THE Axiom of Absolute Denial followed, its crystalline form of impossible geotry blazing with obsidian threaded with gold that spoke of power beyond what most beings could comprehend!
Ul’moreth grasped them both!
Noah looked at his teacher grasping the Golden Scissors, of which there were two more sets remaining in the Tomb of THE Weavers, in one hairy hand, and THE Axiom of Absolute Denial in another.
The aura Ul’moreth radiated was grand beyond description.
And Noah could not help but appreciate how truly nice it was for THE Living Paradox to send THE Weavers and all these gifts his way, only for him to give them to his Teacher instead.
Paradox had ard his enemies.
And those enemies were now arming Noah’s allies.
The irony was delicious.
As he looked at all of this, Noah climbed onto an enlarging Skoll who grew to accommodate his Master with enthusiasm.
"There is much to be done, but let us go toward a friend who has an ability similar to the monstrous enemy that has taken over THE Secretive Eon."
His voice carried determination that spoke of plans already forming.
"We have to see if THE Great Usurper can shed any light on how to at least discover and gain information on this enemy."
...!
A clear step was ford.
After Ul’moreth took one large step toward Absolute, Noah sought to continue others as there was much to be done!
THE Entity had erged, THE Secretive Eon had fallen, and Half of Jotunheim had been compromised...but Noah was not standing still!
—
In Alfheimr.
Noah looked out and saw the entire region he was in wrapped around an absolute swirling chaos that looked like stacks of Paradoxical existence and entropy layered upon each other in configurations that defied normal understanding. Even if his main body was here, he wouldn’t be able to break through this barrier that THE Primordial Chaos had erected.
THE Primordial Chaos took no chances.
Ridiculously, he wasn’t even here currently as Noah could barely sense him, as if he had gone to the other side of Alfheimr entirely!
One of THE Four was so cautious of contamination that he had placed an entire Primordial Realm’s worth of distance between himself and soone who had rely been in proximity to THE Entity.
So Noah spoke simply.
"I am immune."
BOOM!
The words were gloriously heavy as in the surroundings, the booming voice of THE Primordial Chaos echoed out from impossibly far away.
"Immune to what? To the spread of that thing? Your consciousness may already be compromised and you do not even know."
Noah was surprised at the shocking level of caution that THE Primordial Chaos showed, with this further centing just how terrifying this phenonon they faced was.
"On the Claim that I made on The First Tongue, I swear that I am who I was before THE Fallout, and I am who I was in Ginnungagap."
His voice carried the weight of a Declaration backed by his authority over the foundational language of reality itself.
"Nothing has imposed itself on my will."
BOOM!
After his words, his illusory body here looked over to see the visage of THE Primordial Chaos again as the barrier of swirling entropy thinned slightly.
Noah felt sothing profound as he looked at the face of Chaos.
This being who had existed since the Infinite Unfurling, who had built foundations that let him stand among THE Four, who could crush other Absolutes with casual effort, was showing visible coldness and apprehension that made his shifting features settle into sothing almost human.
If THE Primordial Chaos was this cautious, this careful...
Oh!
Chaos then said with calculation returning to his voice.
"Where is THE Secretive Eon now?"
...!
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