A heavy air radiated across the crystalline forests of Alfheimr as even THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger looked toward THE Big Stepper in astonishnt.
Ul’moreth.
The ancient Ginnu Lifeform who had dedicated eons to mastering The First Tongue had finally taken that impossible step. His form was mountainous, covered in countless strands of obsidian-gold hair that pulsed with their own life and authority.
Far above, the gaze of THE Primordial Chaos seed to return just briefly, those shifting features settling into sothing that might have been curiosity as he evaluated this new entrant to the ranks of Absolutes.
His assessnt lasted only a mont before his attention moved away.
Noah looked at the cold figures of THE Living Elental and THE Living Emotive as he evaluated them with calculating eyes.
Frankly, he knew that right now, against both of them and just him and Ul’moreth alone, it would not be a battle that could be won.
If Ul’moreth targeted Elental alone, that fucker stood a good chance of being collapsed. The ancient Ginnu Lifeform’s foundations were built across eons of dedicated study, and Elental’s power, while Absolute, did not seem to match that depth of accumulated understanding.
But Emotive was a different matter entirely.
As manic and as horrendous as she was, her power as an Absolute felt much grander than Elental’s. The emotions cycling through her features held weight that pressed against reality itself, and Noah could sense that whatever Civilization she had built, it was not sothing to be taken lightly. She was decent in ways that Elental simply was not.
So while a battle now would lead to nothing productive, while engaging them directly would be foolish when THE Entity threatened all of Observable Existence, he could still teach a lesson.
So lessons needed to be delivered regardless of circumstance.
"You will be collapsed in due ti."
Noah’s voice carried across the crystalline clearing with authority that made the very air tremble.
"But for now, I want you to understand sothing."
His illusory eyes locked onto THE Living Elental with intensity that burned.
"I want you to understand that the vast majority of power you have is not yours."
He paused, letting those words settle.
"Because who told you that you could use MY First Tongue?"
HUUM!
The words landed like hamrs forged from concentrated authority.
And then sothing extraordinary happened.
The Phones of Fire, Air, Water, and Earth that had been rotating around THE Living Elental in slow, deliberate patterns began to flicker. The brilliant displays that had surrounded his form stuttered and dimd, the four fundantal concepts that defined his very existence responding to an authority that superseded their connection to him.
Fire guttered like a candle in a hurricane.
Air stilled as if it had forgotten how to move.
Water froze mid-flow, suspended in patterns that defied its nature.
Earth trembled and cracked, its solidarity questioned by sothing deeper than its own foundations.
The Phones didn’t disappear entirely, but they flickered in and out of stability as if they were being turned off and on by an unseen hand. THE Living Elental’s expression shifted from cold composure to sothing that looked almost like shock as the fundantal building blocks of his Civilization, the very concepts that had defined him since The Earliest Folds, began to question their allegiance.
This was not an attack.
This was a reminder.
A reminder of who held true authority over the linguistic foundation of reality itself.
THE Living Emotive sensed the shift in Elental’s power, and her cycling emotions stuttered to a stop as genuine astonishnt crossed her features. She looked at Elental, then at Noah, then back at Elental again as understanding dawned.
And then she smiled.
It was a devilish expression, wide and manic and filled with sothing that looked almost like delight.
"Right! Right!"
Her laughter echoed across the crystalline clearing with energy that made nearby trees vibrate.
"You still are one of THE Four!"
She bounced on her feet, emotions cycling through excitent and hunger and sothing darker that lurked beneath the surface.
"Haha, this was part of what I was looking forward to eting you. Say, do you want to talk in private? Show a bit more things relating to THE Four?"
Her voice dropped to sothing almost intimate.
"They always fascinate so much."
...!
But as she finished those last words, her entire deanor shifted. The manic energy remained, but beneath it erged a sense of coldness and sombreness that seed utterly at odds with her previous behavior.
Her entire figure beca surrounded by manic light that pulsed with colors that shouldn’t exist together, emotions made manifest in ways that pressed against the sanity of any who observed too closely.
At this mont, the figure of Ul’moreth turned toward Noah as his existence burned with waves of Absolute authority that made the crystalline forests around them tremble. His countless hairs stood on end, each strand pulsing with obsidian-gold light that spoke of power newly claid but already deeply rooted.
"Little Anomaly."
His voice carried the weight of ages, of dedication, of a being who had spent eons pursuing mastery and had finally achieved what he sought.
"I have seen a lot of crazy in my existence. This particular type of crazy is one that simply needs to be eradicated."
The words were not spoken with heat or anger.
They were spoken with the cold certainty of soone who had evaluated a threat and determined the only appropriate response.
Noah looked at Emotive while listening to the words of Ul’moreth. His illusory eyes t her manic gaze without flinching, without showing any of the calculation that was occurring behind them.
Then, without turning around, he addressed THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger who stood behind him with expressions that mixed concern with readiness.
"You two go and do what you ca here to do."
Origin and Hunger exchanged a glance.
They began to move, to turn away from the confrontation and toward their objective that had brought them to Alfheimr in the first place.
"And the two of you."
Noah’s last words were directed toward THE Living Elental and THE Living Emotive.
Elental was still fuming, his expression a mask of barely contained fury as he continued to try and express his Absolute authority to pull the Phones he had always been so familiar with. Fire, Air, Water, and Earth still flickered around him, responding to his commands only intermittently, their connection to him disrupted by an authority that superseded his claim.
Emotive watched with that manic smile still plastered across her features, her emotions cycling through amusent and interest and sothing darker that lurked beneath the surface.
"You two can get the fuck off."
The words were delivered with casual contempt.
"When I am ready to start butchering, I will co for you."
WAA!
Even though only an illusory visage stood here, even though his main body was across Observable Existence dealing with matters far removed from this confrontation, Noah was grand and imposing as he delivered this dismissal.
He had shockingly denied access to The First Tongue to two Absolutes!
To this hour, his Thesis had not been refuted. The proposition he had laid down in Muspelheim, the claim that only those to whom he granted permission could draw power from The First Tongue, remained unchallenged. It had actualized into local truth, and now he was applying that sa principle on a broader scale.
With his trendous weight, with the foundation that many could not match, he could afford to do this even against Absolutes!
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