Sororis Prima Elzyana rose slightly through the air and waved her hands, and blue-gold brilliance erupted around her like a roaring beast filled with wrath, the colors of her authority compounding into an intensity that had not been in her earlier displays of Observable Force and Infinity, the wrath of a Sisterhood mourning the death of a Gerousia expressing itself outward through the raised palms of the Sororis Prima.
Two more pyramidal constructs ford between her palms and shot downward toward Emotive and Anaximander at the base of the mountain, each construct embedding itself into the back of the hand of its target with the sa clean precision that had planted the first construct into Noah’s hand, and both Emotive and Anaximander tensed as the bindings settled into their existences and began to propagate through their foundations.
But Sororis Prima Elzyana was not finished.
Trillions of additional pyramidal constructs blood from her raised palms and expanded outward into the air above THE Gilded White Mountain, dispersing in radiant formations that rode the golden-blue brilliance of her authority outward across every reach of THE Wyld and beyond, flowing through the weavings of the Observable Existence into every territory and realm and civilization and small corner of the lower face of reality where Bounded Lifeforms lived their small unregulated lives.
The constructs spread in exponential waves, each construct branching into further constructs, each further construct branching into yet more, the proliferation continuing until the entire expanse of the Observable Existence was being blanketed in a descending storm of blue-gold bindings that sought their targets with the patient inevitability of a verdict being delivered across an entire population!
The wrath of THE Gilded Ones, mourning one of their own, was poured outward across every existence beneath them.
Every Bounded Lifeform within reach would receive their constructs!
Every Civilization within the Observable would feel its connections severed!
The death of a Gilded One had brought down a terrifying golden wrath, and the wrath was now settling itself across the full expanse of the Observable!
Noah stood on the ruined balcony beneath Sororis Prima Elzyana with the first construct already settled into the back of his hand, his eyes flashing coldly with an imperious light!
He stared up at the endless sky, his figure burning with brilliance as Sororis Prima Elzyana had departed at so point during the final stages of her distribution of the trillions of pyramidal bindings across Observable Existence.
The skies had not returned to their ordinary coloration. The wrath of gold she had unleashed upon completing her procedure seed to seek a form of permanence in the upper reaches of THE Wyld, the molten saturated gold she had inherited from Gerousia Aurelius Maximus’s earlier claim now compounded with her own golden-blue authority into a canopy that stretched across every direction his perception could track.
The gold above was not going anywhere.
The gold above had been written into the arrangent of existence with enough intention to outlast any ordinary weathering.
However, he could affirm with his intuition and the broader imnsity of his awareness that no Gilded Ones remained in the imdiate vicinity. The six Gerousia-ranked Gilded Ones had departed to pursue THE Creature. Ferocis Valerius Krael had departed behind them to lend his Ira to the pursuit.
Sororis Prima Elzyana herself had completed her distribution of the pyramidal constructs and had vanished, leaving behind only the constructs themselves now settling into the foundations of every Bounded Lifeform and every affected Civilization across the full expanse of the Observable.
The sky was empty of Gilded presences.
The sky was filled, however, with the saturated aftermath of what the Gilded presences had accomplished during their brief entrance.
Noah looked at the back of his hand where Sororis Prima Elzyana had planted her first pyramidal construct, the one she had designated as the initial binding from which all subsequent bindings had propagated outward into him. The construct had settled cleanly into his skin and had begun its propagation.
The back of his hand now shone with a soft blue-gold brilliance that pulsed in slow steady intervals, and the brilliance traced along his veins into his forearm, and from there continued its reach into the deeper foundations of his existence where Elzyana’s collection of additional bindings had layered themselves into the specific channels she had intended them to occupy.
He coldly observed the construct on the back of his hand for a long patient mont.
Then he raised his hand.
Then he began to laugh!
He laughed as if he had gone a little mad, his laughter rolling up from sowhere deep in his chest and spilling outward across the ruined balcony of THE Gilded White Mountain’s highest remaining temple with a cadence that surprised even him!
One of his hands eventually rose to cover the lower portion of his face as if he did not want anyone else to witness the specific shape of his expression during this laughter, while the other hand, the one carrying the pyramidal construct that shone with Elzyana’s authority, remained raised toward the gold-saturated sky above him as he observed the construct through the gaps between the fingers of his covering hand.
Down below him at the base of the mountain, he could perceive Emotive and Anaximander with ashen expressions on their faces, the two of them enduring the settling of their own pyramidal constructs into their respective hands, the bindings wrapping tightly around their foundations with the sa propagating thoroughness that had been applied to him.
He could perceive the specific shape of their shock as they looked up at him and witnessed his laughter, and he could read in their expressions the question neither of them had yet dared to voice aloud.
Had he gone mad due to the bindings?!
Had the pressure of having an entire layered binding applied to his existence finally broken whatever composure he had been maintaining, and was he now laughing in the specific terminal manner of a being whose foundations had cracked under pressure that exceeded his capacity to bear?
No. He had not gone mad. Not at all.
However, he could not help but laugh, because his mind was already busy constructing a very specific image that he found himself unable to look away from.
He was imagining, with the crystalline clarity that his Hadean Mind of Infinite Calculation permitted him to bring to his imaginings, the day that he would have Sororis Prima Elzyana at his feet.
Not defeated in the ordinary sense of the word, because the ordinary defeat would not have produced the precise expression he wanted to witness on her face.
He was imagining the day she would look up at him from her kneeling position with her amber-gold mandala-eyes quivering out of their slowly rotating geotries and into the narrow trembling lines of a being whose existential assumptions had just been violated, and he was imagining the exact cadence of shock and incredulity that her voice would carry when she finally spoke to him from that position, and he was imagining the small private satisfaction he would feel in that mont of having demonstrated to her that the ant in her extended analogy had been sothing other than an ant all along!
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