What was an Infinite Everything?
It was a heavy question that pressed against his mind with weight that demanded answers. An Absolute Everything could elevate a Half-Step Absolute to full Absolute status if their foundation was heavy enough. It was the pinnacle of Civilizational Authority compressed into a single resource.
But an Infinite Everything?
What could sothing infinite do that sothing rely Absolute could not?
He wanted to explore this question, wanted to understand what had changed within him and how he could use it to further his goals. The question burned in his mind!
But it didn’t seem like he would be given the chance to explore and ask.
Because THE Undivided One, Bazuman, who had looked startled for the first ti in its existence...
Was no longer startled.
The massive being with countless eyes began to dance with horror-inducing excitent, its form shifting and expanding as if the challenge of prey that could escape had awakened sothing primal within it. Joy radiated from its crimson eyes. Anticipation leaked from its jagged jaws. For the first ti in eons, it had found sothing interesting.
Sothing that might actually be fun to hunt.
The many eyes across its form began to glow with concentrated light, and then they differentiated that light into beams of obsidian brilliance that surged toward Noah with speed that exceeded anything he had encountered since arriving in THE Prima Indifferentia.
|Attack Analysis|
|Designation: Rays of Undifferentiated Annihilation|
|These beams carry both Depth and the light of undifferentiation simultaneously|
|Being hit with them is instant annihilation for anything below Absolute|
|Your Infinite nature may provide resistance to the undifferentiation aspect|
|You might survive a blast or two|
|You will not survive sustained bombardnt|
|Recomndation: Do not get hit|
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The prompts were nacing ones that left no room for optimism or cleverness.
Noah didn’t tarry.
He flared his infinities once more, releasing the blue-gold light that burned within his existence outward into the surrounding proto-matter. The undefined substance responded to his infinity with eagerness that he hadn’t expected, churning and gathering around him as if it wanted to be part of whatever he was becoming.
A storm of proto-matter erupted around his form, denser and more violent than the one that had carried him here. The beams of obsidian light charging toward him struck this storm and beca distorted, their trajectories bending as the proto-matter interfered with their ability to maintain definition long enough to hit their target.
Noah silently gave direction to his infinities, and the storm of proto-matter didn’t just erge but began to move. His existence beca a flicker of blue-gold light that shot away from THE Undivided One at speeds that the storms themselves enhanced, carrying him deeper into THE Prima Indifferentia and away from a creature that had never lost prey before and clearly didn’t intend to start now!
Running away was never a bad thing.
Especially when the enemy seeking to collapse you was levels above anything you could currently handle.
Behind him, Bazuman’s screech of excitent echoed across the undefined expanse, and Noah could feel the creature beginning to pursue. Its million eyes tracked his trajectory. Its countless mouths opened in anticipation. Its entire existence oriented itself toward the hunt!
But Noah had sothing that Bazuman couldn’t undifferentiate.
Surviving alone was arduous enough as it was.
He had to find a solution in a place filled with dangers and opportunities, had to locate THE Primordial Paradox or find his own way back to the Crack of Observable Existence!
The storm of proto-matter carried him forward, away from the horror behind him and toward whatever waited ahead!
In THE Prima Indifferentia, there were no safe directions.
But so directions were less dangerous than others.
Well, hopefully anyways!
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In another region of THE Prima Indifferentia near The Crack of Observable Existence.
THE Primordial Paradox stood amidst the churning expanse of proto-matter with a frowning expression, his eyes closed as if he were trying to sense sothing that refused to be sensed. His obsidian form remained perfectly defined despite the constant pressure of undifferentiation that would have eroded lesser beings, his very nature as the holder of the Paradox Claim creating a bubble of stability in a place that rejected stability as a concept.
Around him, proto-matter weaved and bent as if his paradoxical existence made it impossible to be undifferentiated. The undefined substance couldn’t seem to decide whether he was part of it or separate from it, whether he belonged here or didn’t, and that confusion protected him.
But as he couldn’t find what he wanted, he shook his head and sighed with exhaustion.
He had brought THE Youngest here.
And now the being who carried The First Tongue had been swept away by storms of proto-matter that THE Primordial Paradox should have anticipated and prevented. It seed the infection was grabbing more of him than he expected.
He raised his hand and tapped the area in front of him, and a crack opened in the undefined space that had nothing to do with the Crack of Observable Existence. This was sothing else entirely, a communication thod that transcended normal spatial relationships, forming into an illusory screen that pulsed with unique authority connecting two points across Existence regardless of the distance between them.
Monts later, an image ford on this screen.
The entity that appeared was shrouded in multicolored flas, his body fully drenched with fires of Existence that burned in every color simultaneously. These weren’t flas that consud but flas that simply were, the visual manifestation of pure being given form. His entire figure couldn’t be fully observed because observing it would have required definition, and this entity existed at a level where definition was sothing he chose to wear rather than sothing imposed upon him.
He was presence incarnate!
He was THE Creature.
THE Primordial Paradox looked at this being, and without even an introduction or pleasantries, he spoke directly.
"Would you happen to be in THE Prima Indifferentia right now? I may need the assistance of a local."
...!
At such words, the figure on the illusory screen stared back at THE Primordial Paradox with eyes that couldn’t be seen but could definitely be felt. When he replied, his voice bood with resonance that seed to echo out from the screen and cause the proto-matter in the surroundings to churn wildly before settling down respectfully, as if this voice was soothing and one that demanded acknowledgnt simply by existing.
"You know I am not a local there."
THE Primordial Paradox waved his hand dismissively.
"Yes, yes, you keep ntioning Alfheimr. But I am in a bind here as I lost soone, and I need to find them rather quickly."
...!
The expression of THE Primordial Paradox was calm as he said all of this.
The figure surrounded by flas of Existence remained stoic and grand on the illusory screen, his presence pressing against the communication channel with weight that made even this distant projection feel overwhelming.
"You have been masking yourself actively from Existence and everything else for quite so ti now."
THE Creature’s voice held observation rather than accusation.
"Even I have had no idea who is around you. I was only able to learn about the distinction of THE Tongue Whisperer."
The multicolored flas flickered with sothing that might have been curiosity.
"Is this the one that you lost?"
...!
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