Nobody told you, the first ti you truly felt the difference between power that could push back and power that couldn’t, that the lesson would feel grand!
Noah had been hit before. He had been split in half by a Ragnar and had detonated across a gigaparsec radius on the way down and had co back from that, which gave him a relationship with the concept of damage that most beings never developed.
What he had never fully calibrated for was what it felt like to fight sothing that hit him not out of malice or strategy, but simply because that was what it was.
THE Creature looked at him across the churning sky.
"Lets have a greeting, why don’t we?" he said.
Noah understood.
They moved at the sa ti as both threw out fists!
Their fists connected and the Miniature Causes released from the collision point with the flat indifference of force that had never cared what it was destroying.
It hit Noah’s foundations in a wave that traveled through his arm and shoulder and chest and reached the deeper architecture beneath, and for a mont he felt what resided there clearly!
BOOM!
He went backward through the sky of THE Early Veiled Shore as THE Creature also shot backwards!
WUU!
He felt the thrill as he couldn’t help but bellow out!
"PERSEVERE!"
Both of them, simultaneously, from opposite ends of the sky.
BOOM!
Obsidian flas surged around THE Creature in dense churning walls, THE Primordial Source burning through his regal bestial form and pressing his elevation upward from wherever he had been before the letter.
Multicolored flas surged around Noah, nine Pri Cause lights blazing through each wave as Osmontian Absolute Infinity answered the letter at zero cost and stacked on everything that had already been stacking since the first utterance!
Both of them burning. Both of them were now smiling!
At such a ti...
POP!
Sothing enormous hit him from the left.
Calypso’s claw connected with his fra and the word sideways stopped being directional and beca total.
THE Relictus’s ancient mass was behind the strike with complete conviction.
Noah felt it travel through every layer of what he was simultaneously, felt his Osmontian Absolute Infinity catch it!
"You ladyboys really want to ignore my existence as you smile and eyefuck each other?" Calypso’s cold voice reached him across the distance opening between them. "Co on now, lets FIGHT!"
HUUM!
There was nothing cruel in it. That was the worst part. She wasn’t trying to make a point!
She was simply responding to the situation with the appropriate output for a being operating at her tier!
THE Infinite Vector extended and he felt what it was gripping.
He stopped with the golden sands three feet below.
He rose right after!
He put THE Sovereign Reckoning away as he climbed back toward the churning sky, because the blade was new and what he had built himself was what he intended to understand first.
Newly obtained weapons were promises. His own foundations were facts.
THE Bellum Cause answered his call and crimson light blood across his fra, illusory swords erupting in a constellation around him with the burning war-truth of a Cause that understood conflict as the fundantal condition of all aningful existence.
They orbited him in their pattern and waited, and he did not think of them as beautiful because they were not beautiful. They were functional, and functional was what the mont required.
He also called the Pri Cause of Harvest.
BOOM!
Thousands of massive golden tentacles erupted from his body, each one reaching outward with the purposeful appetite of a Cause whose foundational truth was that everything could be converted into sothing useful if you were willing to do the converting.
They extended in every direction as he rose, and he felt no particular pride in what they looked like, because what they looked like was secondary to what they did.
|Pri Cause of Harvest- Osmontian Absolute Infinity Tentacles of Loot: Active. Contact converts a portion of whatever is touched into loot flowing directly into your foundations. Percentage converted scales with Harvest integration depth and target density.|
He drove toward Calypso.
Crimson swords orbiting. Golden tentacles reaching. THE Infinite Vector running adjustnts on everything pressing against his trajectory.
Calypso looked down at him.
She had the expression of sothing ancient watching sothing younger move toward it with great determination and genuine capability!
Then she spoke.
"Destruere."
Oh.
Oh, fuck!
BOOM!
A Letter of THE Primordial Tongue! One that Sir William had uttered!
"OOOH!"
He threw everything he was testing currently between them. THE Infinite Vector. The Bellum swords, which consud themselves against it without hesitation because that was what they were for. The Harvest tentacles converting what they could from the force passing through them.
THE Osmontian Absolute Infinity wrapping his foundational identity in its expressed living architecture and refusing the attack’s binding chanism the static substrate it needed.
It was not enough.
BOOM!
The remainder hit him with the cold chanical thoroughness of force that held no anger, no triumph, no investnt in the outco at all. It simply was what it was, and what it was included him being driven downward through the sky of THE Early Veiled Shore at a speed that removed deliberation from the equation entirely.
BOOM!
He hit the golden sands.
The impact was total. The crater spread outward from him in a ring as his body drove into the sand and the force distributed itself through THE Early Veiled Shore in a shockwave that moved through the ground in concentric rings.
His chest had been torn by the expression, the surface of his foundations open and bleeding multicolored Infinity in thin bright streams onto the sand, the light of them vivid and entirely indifferent to how he felt about their presence.
"..."
The destructive letter of The Primordial Tongue was no joke!
He lay in the crater.
Existence did not stop to let him process it. Existence never did!
He let out one breath, and he rose.
But even as he did this...
Darkness appeared behind him.
THE Creature materialized at his back. His massive fists ca down onto Noah’s shoulders with the weight of an existence that had been distilled by eons of adversity into sothing dense and purposeful and entirely without sentint.
The obsidian flas of THE Creature’s Primordial Source burned against the multicolored flas of Noah’s Infinity, the two fires acknowledging each other!
"Persevere."
BOOM!
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