Noah took the first unit of Eridarch Ore into his hand, and his existence reached out to claim it.
Tendrils of Infinity and THE Primordial Source uncoiled from him, latching onto the banded crystal the way tentacles latch onto sothing they intend to keep, and they did not mine it gently this ti. They devoured it.
The Ore ca apart in his grip, its bound Infinity drawn into his Infinity, its bound Primordial Source drawn into his Source, the whole of it pulled down into his existence, into THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian, into his Einherjar Source, into the completed frawork of THE Genesis Scale of Existence.
He sat in the depths of THE Maw amid the raging storms of converted authority and began to feed, one unit after another, and as he fed, he spoke.
He spoke to himself, and to existence, and to the thing chained in his heart that could hear everything he was and would learn nothing it could use. It was the loudest possible declaration of holding on!
"My Infinity is not the Infinity all others hold," he said, drawing a second unit of Ore into his tendrils.
"It is not the tide that drowns the one who reaches for it. I built it on Paradox, so it holds two truths at once and breaks under neither. I built it on Existence, so it does not need permission from anything to be. I built it on Chaos, so it cannot be predicted, cornered, or solved. My Infinity is boundless, and it is mine, and those are not in tension, because I forged my identity into its foundation before I ever let it grow. Other beings reach for the boundless and lose themselves in it. I made the boundless reach for ."
HUUM!
The Ore turned to ash in his hand and he took up more.
"My Quintessence is the essence of every single thing, the irreducible truth that remains when everything else is stripped away," he continued.
"And the irreducible truth of is that I do not yield. Strip away the titles, the bodies, THE Causes, THE Scales. Strip away THE Genesis Monarch and THE Youngest and THE Source Barbarian and Ozymandias, every na I have worn or stolen. What is left is a man who has survived apocalypse after apocalypse. That is my Quintessence. Everything else is built on it. Everything else is decoration on that one refusal."
WAA!
Rivers of Infinity and Primordial Source surged around him as he worked, the two authorities pouring through his existence, and the Civilizations of his Hadean Pillar of Infinity woke and answered the proclamation each in turn.
"My First Tongue orders things, and I have ordered my Infinity to keep my na," he said. "My Tyranny imposes hierarchy, and at the top of my hierarchy sits my identity, above every power I hold, so that no power I hold may ever rule the one who holds it. My Destiny and my Fate, I write them, I do not receive them, because a being who lets existence assign his ending has already lost the only argunt that matters."
A third unit, a fourth, devoured down to ash. "And my Farming. So can laugh at the idea of Farming. But Farming is the patient art of making things grow into what you decide they will beco. I took a landmass and grew it into an Observable Existence. I took a dying domain and grew it back to life. I will take this monster in my chest and grow it, beat by beat, into fuel. Everything I am is a thing I cultivated on purpose. Nothing about was an accident, least of all ."
WUU!
He devoured the Ore faster now, dozens of units, the banded crystal crumbling to ash in a steady stream as his tendrils tore the bound authorities out of each one and fed them into the storm of his existence.
And as the Primordial Source poured into him, unit after unit, more of it than he had ever held, he turned his attention to it, and made his grandest proclamation of all as his mind entered a state of profound epiphany!
Behind him, a hazy stellar manifestation of himself but burning with stellar obsidian radiance blood, his eyes releasing beams of obsidian light!
"And THE Primordial Source," he said. "The bedrock. The first foundation. The authority they call older than Infinity itself, the thing every Source Lifeform is born holding and every other being kills to reach." His tendrils dragged the Source out of another unit of Ore!
"It is finite. It cos in units. It can be mined and hoarded and spent, and that is supposed to be its nature. But I do not take authorities as they co to . I never have. I took Infinity and made it Osmontian. I took Absolute Infinity and refused the part that dissolves the self. So why would I hold THE Primordial Source the way it was ant to be held, when nothing else I hold is held that way?"
BOOM!
OH!
It was all so simple! So! Fucking! Simple!
HUUM!
He gathered all of it then, every sliver and stream of THE Primordial Source within his existence, the budding sliver from the chickens and the flood from the Ore and the obsidian threading through his foundations, and he began to brand it.
He poured his identity into THE Primordial Source the way he had poured it into his Infinity, forcing his na down into the bedrock authority, claiming it not as a borrowed foundation but as his own, remaking finite Source into sothing that carried him at its core the way everything else he held carried him.
The Source resisted!
It was old and it was law and it did not want to be branded. He branded it anyway, because resistance had never once been an argunt he accepted!
|Transformation in progress. You are imposing your identity upon THE Primordial Source within your existence, the way you imposed it upon Infinity to forge Osmontian Absolute Infinity. The Source is resisting at the level of its fundantal law. Your identity, your Quintessence, and the catalyzing presence of the contained Sealed One, whose seamless fusion of the two authorities pulls your own toward union, are overcoming that resistance.|
|Ergence confird: Osmontian Primordial Source.|
BOOOOM!
|THE Primordial Source within you now carries your identity as a foundational component. It is no longer THE Primordial Source as it exists for Source Lifeforms, a finite borrowed bedrock. It is yours, branded, claid, and it resonates natively with your Osmontian Absolute Infinity rather than sitting separate from it. Your two authorities are learning to be one, and the one they are becoming carries your na. Osmontian was the key. Osmontian is the Key!|
HUUM!
Rivers of Osmontian Absolute Infinity and Osmontian Primordial Source surged around Noah, multicolored and obsidian, and where they collided they no longer warred. They produced sparks, bright unknown sparks that calibrated and elevated his Source with each collision, the two authorities braiding together through his existence in a way that should have been forbidden and was, within him, becoming natural.
He kept devouring the Ore. Hundreds of units now, then more, the banded crystal crumbling to ash in an endless stream, and with every unit the transformation deepened and his Aura strengthened and the thing he was becoming grew clearer.
And as the wonder unfolded, THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian shot up out of him!
It rose into an incandescent pillar, obsidian gold threaded with the new branded Source, and the pillar cut across existence, up through the depths of THE Maw and beyond, a column of unified authority blazing in the dark. And it was changing as it rose!
The Aura that had always behaved like an Intent without being one, that had pressed on Fourth Scale beings and felt heavier than a Titan Intent while carrying no formal designation, was finally drawing itself together.
All his knowledge, all his records, all his foundations, every Civilization and every Cause and every authority he had ever claid, converging, refining, the Eridarch Ore and the branded Source and the catalyzing monster in his heart all driving it toward realization.
His Aura was becoming a true Akashic Civilizational Intent.
And in the incandescent pillar cutting across existence, Noah sat surrounded by the rivers of his two unified authorities, branding the bedrock of reality with his own na, and felt the Intent beginning to take its shape!
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