His first Inscription didn’t even carry an Embodint. He went a level above and went all out to write an Apophasis from the very beginning!
Because of this, the process was hard.
Boundless seas of Infinities poured into the Inscription as Noah’s existence strained to maintain the coherence of what he was creating. An Apophasis Inscriptio demanded more than an Embodint Inscriptio, and he was attempting one as his very first composition. The words wavered on the page, threatening to dissolve back into formless potential.
He pushed harder.
The Inscription nearly failed as the weight of negation pressed against his concentration, seeking to collapse the sentence before it could be completed. Writing what was not into permanence was fundantally more difficult than writing what was, and Noah felt that difficulty as pressure against his mind and his foundations simultaneously.
But he pulled through.
His Infinite nature provided reserves. Where others would have been drained entirely by such an ambitious first attempt, Noah simply drew deeper from wells that had no bottom. His Infinities stabilized the wavering words. His determination held the sentence together through sheer refusal to accept failure.
And then it was done.
A blue-gold Inscription shining with imnse weight and power was written on a golden page, the words burning with authority that made the surrounding Interstices darken slightly in response to their presence. Noah’s existence pulsed with the satisfaction of completion, the crown of Phones above his head flaring brighter as if acknowledging what he had accomplished.
|First Inscriptio Completed|
|You have successfully composed your first written Inscriptio of THE First Tongue. More significantly, you have composed an Apophasis Inscriptio as your inaugural work, a feat of considerable difficulty.|
|The Inscriptio you have created carries the following effects upon its designated target: constant burning sensation across all Depths of their existence, progressive destabilization of their foundation weight, and gradual dissolution of their structural integrity over ti. These effects will persist indefinitely until the target’s foundation is fully compromised or until the Inscriptio is sohow countered by authority exceeding your own.|
|Applicable targets: Any entity whose foundation Depth does not exceed your own at the mont of Inscriptio activation.|
|Your proficiency in writing Inscriptiones has increased slightly. Future compositions will require marginally less concentration and will carry marginally greater stability during the writing process.|
|All that remains is a designated target.|
...!
The designated target.
Now, what could make a man sit down and write with such concentration?
What profound purpose drove the first Native Speaker to compose an Apophasis of such devastating effect as his very first Inscription?
It actually wasn’t any grand reason.
It was hatred.
Pure, undiluted hatred toward Noah’s self-proclaid greatest enemy in existence. Not THE Entity, whose infection threatened all of Observable Existence. Not THE Living Paradox, who had stolen THE Primordial Paradox’s Claim. Not Bazuman, who had chased him across THE Prima Indifferentia with relentless hunger.
No.
All of his hatred was directed toward THE Living Elental.
If THE Living Elental was like any other enemy, Noah might have just chosen to forget about him or crush him when he vastly exceeded them in power. He cultivated and made progress in days what others did in eons. Eventually, THE Living Elental would be nothing but an ant beneath his foot, and the grudge would be settled through simple overwhelming force.
But Noah had to prepare especially for THE Living Elental.
Because this fucker had thrown him a burning curse that could attach itself to anyone near him, forcing him to be away from his won for a not insignificant amount of ti.
Worst of all, he was in the middle of Dual Cultivation when this curse was set.
He had been forced to stop midway and remain in that state for that long extended period of ti.
This was the reason for his deep distaste and hatred toward THE Living Elental.
How dare he.
How fucking dare he?!
To get between a man and his...
’Hmm...’
Just thinking about it now made Noah angry.
His blue-gold flas burned darker for a mont.
He wrote the target of the Inscription very clearly.
His pen moved with decisive strokes, inscribing the designation upon the golden page with finality that left no room for ambiguity. The 27 Phones swirled at the tip of his pen and compressed themselves into a na that would bind this Apophasis to its intended recipient.
His first Written Inscription had its target as THE Living Elental.
The mont the target was decided, the page it was written on began to float upward from the desk.
It looked innocent. A single golden page covered in blue-gold writing that burned with soft light. Beautiful, even. The kind of thing that might be displayed in a museum or preserved as a work of art.
But it was akin to a nuclear bomb.
An Apophasis Inscriptio Nominata that would hunt its target across all of Observable Existence and deliver constant agony and progressive foundation collapse upon arrival.
He wanted it to hurt, and for it to take so ti!
An instant later, it shot out like an arrow and disappeared from The Interstices.
Noah leaned back on his throne with an expectant gaze, his eyes following the trajectory of his Inscription as it vanished into the weavings between spaces, racing toward Alfheimr where THE Living Elental currently resided.
He didn’t know exactly how long it would take to arrive.
He didn’t know exactly what THE Living Elental would be doing when it found him.
But he knew that very soon, one of the Absolutes who had made his life difficult was going to experience suffering that would make him regret ever interfering with his personal affairs!
The throne of Absolute Seals supported his weight as he waited, the desk before him still holding more golden pages that could receive more Inscriptions.
He had ti.
He had Infinities.
And he had a list of enemies who deserved similar treatnt.
But THE Living Elental got to be first, because so offenses simply could not be forgiven!
But as one page flew...he could always begin preparing and writing others!
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