In THE Agora of Primordial Judgnt.
In THE Primordial Archive.
The central area of this ancient repository held knowledge accumulated since before THE Infinite Unfurling, Grimoires and texts and crystallized mories stacked in configurations that would have taken normal beings eons to navigate.
THE Great Usurper stood in this space with his manifestation positioned beside Noah, both of them facing a massive crack in reality that looked like an obsidian portal stretching toward depths that seed to breathe with cold authority.
This crack led to Jotunheim.
Nearby, THE Infiniverse and RUINATION were flipping through Grimoires and other works within this Archive with speed that spoke of urgent purpose. Their forms blazed with concentration as they searched for sothing specific, pages turning faster than perception could track. Eckert did not know exactly what they sought, but he understood that Osmont’s people were always working toward goals that served overall existence. Eh, or themselves, who knew.
Other cracks like the one before them existed in different corners of THE Primordial Archive, each one leading to different Primordial Realms.
The connections had been established long ago by beings who understood that knowledge required access to be useful, and THE Primordial Archive served as a nexus point for those who knew how to use it properly.
But their aim today was Jotunheim, that Primordial Realm now fully under THE Entity’s influence, where Chaos Giants and Jotuun Lifeforms had been unified into that horrifying collective consciousness that sought to spread across all of Observable Existence.
Eckert had paused in the last few minutes because Osmont had told him to wait.
Eckert did not mind waiting. His entire existence had been built around patience, around the slow accumulation of influence through thods so subtle that even Absolutes could not perceive them. He was THE Great Usurper, THE Idle One, and rushing had never been part of his thodology.
When Osmont opened his eyes again, Eckert could sense that sothing grand had changed. He... seed different in ways Eckert could not quite identify. His external radiance appeared dimr than before, less oppressive in its weight, and yet sohow the authority he emanated felt more profound. Like pressure that had been concentrated rather than dispersed.
Eckert could not quite put his finger on it.
He only saw Osmont turn to him with eyes holding depths they had not held during their previous interactions, and the words that erged carried weight pressing against the Archive itself.
"Okay, we can continue."
Osmont’s voice was calm but purposeful.
"To make your entry into Jotunheim seamless, to ensure THE Primordial Mycelia has no chance of sensing you, I will keep it busy by testing out my first full attack on it."
Eckert nodded seriously at this plan. He understood his role. He was to infiltrate while Osmont provided the distraction, to spread his Idle Weavings across Jotunheim. It was a sound strategy!
In the next mont, a terrifying force erupted from Noah.
Waves of endless blue light poured into the crack leading to Jotunheim with intensity Eckert had not witnessed from him before. The blue was dense and heavy and cold. Extrely cole and regal!
Osmont nodded toward him.
"Go."
...!
Eckert did not waste a second.
He went forward imdiately, his manifestation becoming formless as it followed the boundless blue light into that obsidian crack. His Idle Weavings compressed themselves into configurations so subtle that even the most perceptive Absolutes would have dismissed them as ambient fluctuations in the background noise of existence.
Before he fully departed, he just so happened to have his awareness catch sight of Osmont one final ti.
When he looked at him, he saw sothing unusual. Those eyes were shining with extrely potent blue light, and they felt cold and imperious in ways Eckert had not observed before.
The gaze seed to belong to an unfathomable consciousness rather than the tyrannical but ultimately comprehensible Osmont he was used to. For a brief mont, those eyes held sothing ancient and endless and utterly detached from mortal concerns.
But he felt like he only saw this briefly before that unfeeling and imperious light faded, and the calm light of tyranny returned to Osmont’s gaze.
’Huh...’
Eckert shrugged it off internally as his manifestation completed its transition into the crack. Maybe it was just an expression of Osmont’s power, so visual artifact of channeling trendous Infinity through his existence. He was always doing things that defied normal understanding, and unusual manifestations were simply part of working alongside soone like him.
The sensation of traveling through that endless blue light was unique.
Cold perated everything. Not the cold of temperature but the cold of endlessness, of sequences extending forever without warmth or termination. The blue particles surrounding his formless consciousness carried him forward with montum that seed to have no end, simply endless progression toward whatever destination Osmont had designated.
And then his awareness erged into the skies of Jotunheim.
The heavens above this Primordial Realm churned with obsidian and silver light intertwined in patterns of Chaos given atmospheric form. Clouds moved in directions that contradicted each other, so drifting upward while others spiraled downward, all of them radiating cold authority that pressed against Eckert’s perception.
Below stretched a citadel of impossible scale.
Light years in size, the structure sprawled across the landscape of Jotunheim like a city designed for beings who asured their movents in parsecs rather than steps. Towers rose toward those churning skies with architecture combining crystallized Chaos and organic growth into forms that seed to breathe and shift even as Eckert observed them.
The citadel pulsed with brilliant life force, countless Jotuun Lifeforms, Chaos Giants, going about their unified existence within its borders.
Eckert could sense auras of Absolutes stretched out in different areas of that vast structure, their presence blazing like beacons among the lesser existences surrounding them. All of them carrying the warm unified consciousness of THE Entity’s infection, all of them part of that horrifying collective that sought to consu everything into its singular awareness.
But at this ti, in these skies where his awareness surrounded by the blue light of Infinity was beginning to spread, Eckert sensed sothing that made him pause in genuine surprise.
The endless seas of Infinity were forming into shapes.
Shapes he recognized.
...!
He had to do a double take to ensure he was seeing correctly. His perception focused more intently on what Osmont’s authority was becoming around him, and his confirmation only deepened his astonishnt.
The shapes were those of...
Nuclear weapons.
Osmont had transford his endless blue seas of extrely dense and heavy authorities into endlessly massive nuclear warheads. The one containing Eckert’s consciousness towered like a mountain, its form mimicking the elongated design of the most devastating weapons known to man. Blue light blazed along its surface in patterns suggesting controlled devastation waiting to be unleashed!
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