Chapter 5405: THE Genesis Tesseract V
Chapter 5405: THE Genesis Tesseract V
Around his body, his skin gushed cerulean lava, layers of molten authority welling up through him, and immense heat radiated off him as though he were a forge that had been lit from the inside. He looked like something ancient, an impossible metal poured eons ago and only now being worked, the deep blue light of his fused authority running across him in roiling rivers!
HUUM!
The air he gave off grew utterly intense and terrifying, the color blue permeating everything in the deepest reach of THE Infiniverse, the strings of brilliance all around bending toward the heat of his becoming.
The billowing surges continued, second after second, the transformation deepening, the consumed potential of a First Cause refining down into the foundation of his existence. THE Infiniverse and Ruination watched with shining eyes, neither of them speaking, both of them witnessing their Master eat the beginning of a domain!
Eventually, Noah’s body released blue steam, blinding and dense, and through it his figure could be seen wrapped in lava-like roiling crystalline blue waves of light, an ancient thing cooling in the aftermath of a working, cerulean and immense and changed.
|Integration complete. Results of the consumption of THE Genesis Tesseract:|
|Your Infinite Cause is growing Quintessentially. The potential of a First Cause, consumed and refined, has fed directly into the foundation of THE Infinite Cause, deepening it toward its truest expression.|
|THE Genesis Scale, your First Infinite Scale, has been further fortified, its already-complete architecture reinforced by the immensity you have taken in.|
|THE Source Scale, your Second Infinite Scale, has entered a grand period of growth. The consumed potential is accelerating your progression through Source Principium and toward the stages beyond it.|
|The refinement of THE Severed Hand of THE Sealed One has been hastened significantly. The immense consumed potential is being turned toward the contained presence, breaking down its records and its immensity faster than your heartbeat alone could manage. Recovered records of THE Riven, the war before THE Scales, the True Lifeforms, the nature of fused authority, are surfacing more rapidly.|
|The required breadth and immensity of your Intent and your Osmontian Source Infinity have been raised significantly. They have crossed the threshold. You may now enact the backbone of your Osmontian Tongue, the foundational language of existence authored entirely around your identity, the work you set for yourself.|
|THE Hunger That Refines amplified the entire process. Every fraction of the consumed potential was integrated at perfect efficiency. Nothing was lost. Nothing was wasted. Nothing spilled. The whole of a First Cause’s worth of beginning became, cleanly and completely, part of you.|
...!
Noah gazed at the prompts as he floated there in the cerulean steam, his existence buzzing with excitement, and he could only describe the feeling one way.
He felt like he had just taken steroids!
Oh!
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<Elsewhere>
Across the whole of existence, information was arguably one of the most important things there was.
Not power, though beings loved to say it was power. Not authority, though authority bought a great deal. Information sat underneath both of those, because power without information was a blind fist swinging in the dark, and authority without information was a throne built over a sinkhole. Every war turned on who knew what and when. Every ascension turned on a being learning the shape of the road ahead. And the truly old things, the ones who had survived where others had not, had survived because they understood the one truth beneath the truth: that obtaining information was important, but what you did with it once you had it was more important still. A being could drown in knowledge it did not know how to use. A being could win existence itself with a single fact applied at the correct moment.
The thing fishing above the crimson sea understood this better than almost anything else around it.
Inside THE Bloodborn Observable Existence, above an endless sea of deep crimson that stretched past every horizon, a Mesozoic Scale Infinite Lifeform floated with a line cast down into the red. He looked entirely at peace, a powerful being indulging in a slow and pointless pastime, the way the grandest beings sometimes did when they had ruled long enough to have earned their idleness. His robes drifted in the warm wind off the crimson water. His posture was easy.
But the eyes did not belong to him.
The eyes belonged to someone else, to something else, ancient and patient and wearing this Fifth Scale Infinite Lifeform the way a man wears a coat he has owned so long he has forgotten it was ever new. This was a vessel. One of the scattered pieces, housed and grown and passing perfectly for the being it had replaced, and at this exact moment those borrowed eyes had gone distant, because THE Sealed One had just felt something.
A part of his existence. Entirely consumed.
WUU!
Far away, across an unfathomable gulf, the severed hand sealed in Osmont’s heart had stopped merely being drained beat by beat and had begun to be devoured wholesale, broken down and integrated at a speed the slow grinding of a heartbeat could never have managed. THE Sealed One felt the piece of himself dissolving into the anomaly, refined into the substance of the very being he had tried to claim, and a lesser fragment might have raged at it.
This fragment did not rage. THE Sealed One had instead been gathering information.
The records it had assembled on the anomaly were extensive, because gathering records was the thing THE Sealed One had always done best, in every Age, through every vessel. It knew of Osmont’s existence among the throngs of Gilded Ones in THE Braneworld. It had eyes in THE Braneworld!
It knew of his link to Ubergulden Adelheid through THE Magna Sorora. It knew of his brief and consequential weavings in Chernoby. It knew of the Source Lands, the Swords...Fragment by fragment, vessel by vessel, across the scattered pieces of itself, THE Sealed One had been assembling a portrait of the one being in this small recent Age that had refused to fold, and the portrait grew more complete by the minute.
But now. What did one do with such information?