If one wasn’t loud in existence, others might think they were ek and could get pushed around.
Noah didn’t like to be loud. He preferred results that spoke louder than words ever could. But he could be very loud if he wanted. He could shake the foundations of Observable Existence itself if the situation demanded it!
Now they wanted to target him and his family?
To isolate his mother, his son, and everyone else he cared about in domains with Calymmian Proterozoic Scale entities in less than 24 hours?
Okay.
This was a deadly and terrifying move on their behalf. THE Deliverance had called upon THE First Cause itself to enforce this Civilizational Holy War, with matchups designed to slaughter everyone connected to his Civilization while he watched helplessly from outside their isolated arenas.
But they made one critical mistake.
That mistake was giving him 24 hours.
Others experienced major changes across thousands or millions of years. They cultivated Proterozoic Bones one at a ti over spans that most beings couldn’t comprehend. They refined their Organs through patient accumulation that treated centuries like days.
He could flip the whole fucking board in a matter of hours.
He had done it before. He would do it again.
Noah glared at the golden and platinum boxes still burning in the sky above THE Wastes, his mind already racing through possibilities and contingencies. He was preparing to leave when an instant later, a voice reached him.
"When adversity cos, it doesn’t end, it seems."
THE Primordial Paradox’s words held the weight of soone who had observed eons of conflict and understood exactly what was at stake.
"I received weavings of existence explaining the Civilizational Holy War and my potential position within it. Tell whose slot among your people you need to take, Youngest. I will be there for you."
Before Noah could respond, another voice reached him at nearly the sa mont. Alexander’s words overlapped with those of THE Great Usurper, both of them arriving simultaneously as if existence itself was ensuring he understood that he wasn’t alone.
"The fallout from that fight still seems to be cascading. I’m sorry about this. Tell whose position to take."
Alexander’s voice carried guilt!
"Osmont!"
THE Great Usurper’s voice bood with energy.
"While we may be getting curbstomped since I haven’t gotten too far yet, I’m also here to help however you need to. Just say the word. I have uh...made friends with Abaddon and the many Chaos Giants of Jotunheim among other things. Being idle and active at the sa ti is paying off. ."
...!
They reached out to him one after another, making it clear they would help. They only asked him how.
Amser Modred’s voice arrived around the sa ti, THE Living Temporal’s words burning with ti!
"My Civilizational Anchor has just been established. I can use the test against monstrous beings and my weavings of Ti. Let know."
...!
Noah’s eyes flashed sharply as he processed all of these offers.
He sent each of them their own replies, his thoughts pressing outward through connections that had been established across various circumstances and conflicts. The ssage was the sa for all of them: hang on for now, and he would let them know sothing soon enough.
He was about to move when another ssage arrived.
This one ca differently. Not through direct communication or Civilizational weavings, but through slivers of tumultuous emotions gathered from all across existence.
A voice from a woman he really didn’t like hearing from. Even more than the voice, sothing physical manifested before his perception.
The multicolored rain falling throughout THE Wastes began behaving strangely.
Droplets paused in their descent. Others curved toward a central point. Emotions that perated the very fabric of this transford region, residual feelings left over from the conflict that had occurred here, began coalescing into sothing visible.
An illusory visage ford from the gathered emotional resonance!
THE Living Emotive looked toward Noah with shining eyes that held sothing far beyond normal attention. Her features were beautiful in a way that felt dangerous...symtry that seed designed to draw others in before consuming them!
Her smile stretched too wide. Her gaze never quite settled, flickering between points of focus as if she was perceiving things that existed only in her own unstable perception.
Her voice reached out through the illusory phenona with mania that made his skin crawl.
"Sir Osmont!"
The words tumbled out rapidly, barely controlled.
"I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute! How dare these decrepit Primordial Architects try to bully you?! The audacity! The sheer presumption! They think they can threaten what’s yours? What’s MINE to protect?!"
Her illusory form flickered, features shifting between expressions faster than should have been possible.
"I have tapped into all emotions across Observable Existence! Every feeling! Every passion! Every rage and love and despair! They flow through like rivers through valleys, and I will use them ALL for you!"
She giggled, the sound carrying eerie undertones that Noah didn’t want to examine too closely.
"I will focus on penetrating into THE Wyld! I sense THE Creature has arrived there, and where he goes, interesting things follow...I will gather information for you of the Civilizations and power of those trying to bully you!"
Her eyes locked onto his with intensity that bordered on religious fervor.
"I don’t want anything in return. Just keep in your thoughts! I know you detest ... I know you may even want to kill , but I...really want you! Like... ah!"
She shuddered visibly, the illusory form rippling with emotional overflow.
"I’ll get back to you as I have to focus to penetrate weavings of THE Wyld! Think of , Osmont! Think of ! Think of !"
The visage faded, emotions dispersing back into the surrounding environnt as quickly as they had gathered.
...!
What... the fuck?
Noah’s eyes turned sharp as he processed what had just occurred. Had that woman gotten so powerful after claiming Chaos?
He didn’t even want to bother with that right now!
Monts after her departure, his weavings buzzed again as another voice arrived. This one ca from soone he actually respected.
Anaximander’s words echoed out.
"Hey, big guy."
The greeting was simple.
"The other big guy I’m moving with in THE Wyld right now will probably tell not to interfere. He’ll say you need to handle your adversity yourself, that challenges only make you stronger, all that philosophical stuff he’s fond of."
A slight pause ca that felt almost apologetic.
"But THE Deliverance is nasty stuff. Real nasty. So just like before, just say ’Co, Anaximander!’ and I will be there."
...!
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