The terrifying Primordial Architect waited for a mont, its body shifting with contemplation that exceeded mortal thought. Then it used its massive hand to move the pieces.
It moved two pieces. One a Formless Terror whose churning form had been stilled into sothing resembling a knight. The other an Undivided One whose countless eyes had been frozen mid-blink into sothing resembling a rook. The pieces slid across the board with weight that pressed against reality itself.
And they were only capable of movent after the Primordial Architect had moved them.
Once positioned in the center of the board, the two pieces ca alive. The Formless Terror churned with violence that should have shattered the board. The Undivided One’s eyes blazed with hunger that should have consud everything nearby. They fought in the center of the board with authority that exceeded most Absolutes, their conflict contained within the square’s boundaries by rules that the Primordial Architect had established eons ago.
The winner would advance to the next round.
It was unknown what would happen to the loser.
As the Primordial Architect played such a terrifying ga, near it was actually soone familiar.
A humanoid entity surrounded by multicolored flas of Existence sat beside the white tree with posture that held no deference despite the company it kept. The flas danced and swirled around its form with authority that declared this being as sothing beyond normal classification.
It was none other than THE Creature.
At this mont, his facial expression and eyes were a bit more clear than they had ever been during his appearances in Observable Existence. His eyes seed grand and imperious, filled with a level of extraordinary calm that could not be explained through conventional understanding.
This was the calm of soone who had witnessed everything and found nothing capable of disturbing their equilibrium.
He was staring out into the storm around this calm white region, observing the corruption and Infinities that currently transford THE Prima Indifferentia with attention that held neither concern nor satisfaction.
The Primordial Architect spoke without looking away from its ga.
"I told you not to play gas with that little thing for the longest ti."
Its voice was quintessentially grand.
"Now you two have gone back and forth for eons as it all leads to this."
The Formless Terror on the board consud part of the Undivided One’s mass, gaining advantage in their frozen conflict.
"Our Observable Existence is a grand one that shows marvels even to to this day. We have to care for it and nurture it."
Its geotric patterns shifted with sothing that might have been emphasis.
"I grasped THE Second Scale of Existence through its wonders as I told you how you could do the sa."
Its eyes finally turned toward THE Creature.
"But you were too impatient."
...!
The words were utterly terrifying in their implications.
THE Creature’s multicolored flas flickered with response that held no defensiveness.
"Not all beings are like Primordial Architects."
His voice was calm, grand, carrying the weight of Existence itself within its tones.
"You were born with existences filled with clear musings of differentiation and undifferentiation. The path to THE Second Scale was visible to you from the mont of your ergence. You had rely to walk it at whatever pace suited your contemplation. You...voilated adversity and hardship as you have been stuck there this whole ti."
He turned to face the Primordial Architect directly.
"Others do not have such clarity. Others must forge their paths through darkness and uncertainty and the constant pressure of enemies who would see them collapsed before they reach their potential. And others do not have the ti that you possessed. Cycles upon cycles of peaceful contemplation while reality waited patiently for you to achieve what you sought."
His flas burned brighter.
"My path requires adversity. My path requires conflict. My path requires playing gas with little things and seeing which of us erges transford from the exchange."
...!
The Primordial Architect shook its head with a smile that made its weavings dance with amusent.
"Whatever your reasoning may be, things have now co to this."
It moved another piece on its board, an Undivided One that resembled Bazuman being positioned against a Formless Terror of equivalent magnitude.
"I am one of the few sane ones after all of these cycles and eons. Others like are not at all sane."
Its eyes grew distant.
"So are at your level or below. So...are above you. They were lost in their own weavings and storms of differentiation and undifferentiation for eons upon eons. They had no reason to leave or do anything really. THE Prima Indifferentia was ho enough. The ga of existence held no appeal when they could simply be without purpose or direction."
Its gaze sharpened.
"What is happening right now gives things definition more than intended. Especially that glimr of Infinity above."
The Primordial Architect gestured toward the storms beyond the white barrier.
"Things that have not moved or bothered to move for eons will now begin to walk these lands freely. They had all remained within THE Prima Indifferentia for all these eons, content to exist without acting. But all of this changes that."
Its smile faded.
"Even if you may be ready, what about all the others? The little friends you have made over the eons?"
...!
The words were glorious and terrifying at the sa ti!
THE Creature remained calm as he replied with a voice that held no concern.
"For adversity to truly be adversity, it cannot be expected or known."
His multicolored flas burned with steady intensity.
"What is happening now will be a Cause for the ergence of multiple beings to THE Second Scale of Existence. I would never say that those destined for it will achieve it. It is those who make the choice to grasp it who will achieve it."
He looked out at the storms with eyes that held acceptance.
"As for death, death cos for all things. Inevitabilities die. Living Existences die. Absolutes die."
His gaze turned toward the Primordial Architect.
"Even Primordial Architects can die."
The white tree seed to pulse with acknowledgnt of that truth.
"All that is left is choices. Choices upon choices upon choices."
BOOM!
Such terrifying words were said by THE Creature as the Primordial Architect, THE Arboreal Warden Yggvaros, Keeper of THE White Tree and Observer of Cycles, First Among THE Sane to Grasp THE Second Scale of Existence...smiled.
And yes, he had a hefty set of titles.
He continued playing with the pieces on his board, moving multiple pieces carrying the auras of entities exceeding normal Absolutes as if he were rely playing a ga that held no stakes whatsoever!
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