In THE Prima Indifferentia, things that had slumbered for eons were waking.
A group of Formless Ones drifted through the storms of corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals. Their churning masses held no stable form.
Their auras exceeded most Absolutes.
These were not the lesser Formless Terrors. These were ancient things, beings that had existed since THE First Cause itself, that had chosen to remain in this space of undifferentiation because Observable Existence held nothing of interest for them. They had slumbered in the proto-matter for eons, content to simply be without acting or growing or pursuing anything resembling purpose.
But now they were awake.
The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter surged around them, and instead of fleeing from it or being dissolved by it, they opened themselves to its embrace. The corruption flowed into their churning masses alongside the blue-gold light of Infinities, and their existences beca grander from the absorption. They grew denser. They grew heavier. They grew more real in ways that THE Prima Indifferentia had not witnessed since the earliest days of differentiation.
And then they scattered in different directions with glee.
One Formless One disappeared into a Crack that led to THE Wastes of THE Fallout, its churning mass compressing to fit through the fracture before expanding again on the other side. Another vanished into a Crack that opened onto THE Wandering Territories, those drifting spaces between defined realms where lost things gathered. A third entered a Crack that connected to a remnant corrupted Fold. A fourth found its way toward a Primordial Realm.
They spread across existence like seeds being scattered by a farr who cared nothing for where they landed.
And they were not alone.
In another region of THE Prima Indifferentia, a massive humanoid form stirred from stillness that had lasted longer than most civilizations had existed.
A Primordial Architect was wrapped entirely in strips of white material that seed to glow with inner light, each strip winding around its colossal form in patterns of containnt rather than clothing. The wrappings covered every inch of its existence, leaving no feature visible beneath their luminous embrace. Only its eyes could be perceived through gaps in the binding, and those eyes burned with light that had witnessed THE First Cause.
Its aura seed to almost be as imnse as THE Creature himself.
Almost.
The difference was slight enough that comparison beca aningful, that observers might wonder whether this wrapped Primordial Architect could contend with one of THE Five in direct conflict.
The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals surged around this ancient being with violence that had awakened it from its slumber. The wrapped Primordial Architect did not flee or resist. It opened its existence to the corruption and the Infinities alike, drawing them into its wrappings with hunger that exceeded what its still form had suggested.
The wrappings glowed brighter.
The eyes burned with increased intensity.
And then THE Primordial Architect roared!
The sound that erged from within those wrappings held no sanity whatsoever. It was a cry of awakening that had been building for cycles beyond counting, a release of dormant madness that had been contained within the binding strips for eons upon eons. The roar shattered proto-matter in every direction, creating ripples of definition that spread outward like waves from a stone dropped into still water.
The wrapped Primordial Architect moved toward a Crack with purpose that its insane eyes belied, its bound form drifting through THE Prima Indifferentia with speed that exceeded what sothing so massive should have been capable of.
It disappeared into the fracture.
And wherever it erged, things would change.
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In yet another region of the primordial chaos, sothing else was stirring.
It was adorned in armor unlike anything that existed in Observable Existence, ancient and archaic platinum plates that covered every inch of its colossal fra with craftsmanship that predated the concept of craftsmanship itself.
The armor seed to have been forged from proto-matter that had been convinced to beco tal, each plate holding the weight of undifferentiation that had been given form through will alone.
In its hand was a hamr.
The weapon was massive even compared to the already colossal form that wielded it, its head composed of condensed tallic proto-matter that had been compressed until it achieved density that exceeded what normal matter could sustain. The hamr’s surface shifted constantly, tallic proto-matter churning within its structure as if eager to be unleashed against whatever target its wielder chose.
And it was unclear if there was actually a body within the armor at all.
The gaps between plates revealed nothing but darkness. The helt’s visor showed no eyes, no features, no indication of a being wearing the armor rather than the armor itself being the entity. Perhaps there had been a Primordial Architect within once. Perhaps the armor had consud its wearer eons ago. Perhaps there had never been anything but the armor itself.
The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals surged around this armored entity, and the platinum plates drank deeply of both substances. The armor glowed with absorbed power that made its already imnse presence grow even more terrifying.
And then the armored Primordial Architect moved.
It did not drift through a Crack like the others. It stepped through, its massive form compressing and expanding as it traversed the fracture between THE Prima Indifferentia and Observable Existence with purpose that held no hesitation.
It erged in THE Wastes of THE Fallout.
And... it happened to be near a shelter of THE Loom.
The shelter was a massive hedron structure that rose from THE Wastes like a monunt. Its faces glead with light that held the signature of THE Fallout’s corruption.
But more terrifying than its structure were its walls.
Countless tentacle-like Inevitabilities had been fused into the hedron’s surface, their forms writhing with pain that they could not escape. They had been captured and incorporated into the shelter itself, their authority used to reinforce the structure while their consciousness remained aware enough to suffer. Their screams were silent but their agony was visible in every twist and contortion of their bonded forms.
Inside the shelter were many Early Creatures and Living Existences and so Fold Dwellers.
They existed within the hedron’s protection, safe from the chaos currently flooding across Observable Existence, confident that the shelter’s defenses.
This shelter actually comprised most of the Living Concepts.
Because THE Living Concept was here.
Not the Half-Step Absolute body that Noah had collapsed in Muspelheim during his journey to claim that Primordial Realm. That had been rely an extension, a fragnt of the true existence that THE Living Concept possessed. His genuine full form lay protected in the confines of THE Loom, surrounded by followers and defenses that should have made him untouchable.
And yet at this mont...
The armored Primordial Architect that had erged from THE Prima Indifferentia gazed upon the shelter with visor that revealed nothing of its thoughts or intentions. It stood before the hedron structure with stillness that lasted for a single heartbeat.
And then it swung its hamr.
The massive weapon moved faster than many Absolutes could perceive, its head of condensed tallic proto-matter blurring through the space between the armored entity and the shelter with speed that defied the weight it should have possessed.
The hamr struck the shelter of THE Loom.
BOOM!
The hedron structure that had been reinforced by countless Inevitabilities, that had protected so many converted beings, that had housed THE Living Concept’s genuine full form, instantly shattered!
The impact didn’t crack the shelter or damage it or force it to slowly collapse. It simply destroyed it entirely, causing the hedron to splinter into a storm of fragnts that exploded outward in every direction. The fused Inevitabilities scread silently as they were torn apart alongside the walls they had been bonded to. The Early Creatures and Living Existences and Fold Dwellers within had no ti to flee or defend themselves or even comprehend what was happening.
And then the fragnts stopped scattering.
They were pulled toward the hamr as if gravity had decided to serve the weapon’s purposes, each piece of the shattered shelter flowing into the condensed tallic proto-matter with absorption that left nothing behind. The Inevitabilities. The converted beings. The structure itself.
THE Living Concept.
All of it was entirely absorbed as the hamr glowed gold-red after consuming everything that the shelter had contained. THE Living Concepts was collapsed as if he did not matter.
Because to this armored Primordial Architect, he did not matter.
None of them mattered.
What mattered were the sources of this Paradox and Infinity. Where...were they?
...!
After that, the armored Primordial Architect gazed around THE Wastes of THE Fallout with visor that revealed nothing of its assessnt. It observed the corruption and the Infinities that perated this region as it continued to absorb.
And then it began to move calmly and slowly.
Each step covered distances that should have required spatial traversal.
Change had co.
And the change would be brutal as nobody was safe!
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