Chapter 5492: I Will Lounge! I
Chapter 5492: I Will Lounge! I
Noah, Emotive, and THE Infiniverse found themselves standing on flat ground filled with moss, mist, and darkness in all directions!
The moss below them was ancient and black-green, layered so thick that their feet sank into it like carpets woven over eons as the mist coiled around their figures in slow gray rivers that refused to disperse. Past the mist, darkness stretched out with no horizon to end it, and through this darkness...the sky raged!
Concentrated rivers of Infinity and THE Primordial Source tore across the heavens as if mad, blue and prismatic currents crashing against each other with none of the obedience they had shown over the Serpent’s scales! Here they were wild, unclaimed, furious, and from their collisions, a rain of both these authorities crashed down like a storm alongside something else.
Droplets of pure Infinity. Droplets of raw Primordial Source. And laced between both, droplets of a third essence Noah’s Sight could not name as it hissed against the moss and sank into the ancient ground!
What kind of place had weather made of the grandest authorities in existence? What was the third essence raining down beside them?
They were questions for later! Because above them, coiled through the raging sky, a familiar figure gazed down.
It was Ormarr, and yet it was less. This body was smaller and less imposing than the mountain of coils that had loomed over the nest, its crimson eyes dimmer, its pressure reduced from a sea to a heavy lake. A divided body! A fraction of the whole, sent to handle the fraction of them, and its cold smile said it found even this assignment generous.
"I’ve got the weakest ones separated here," Ormarr said, his voice rolling down through the storm. "You all should be the first to fall."
...The weakest ones?
Noah couldn’t help but smile at this as his existence buzzed and roiled with power, his Osmontian Biomass screaming to be used as he looked up at this being! Over two hundred thousand in reserve, a crown humming on his head, a living Pantheon breathing around his existence, and the storm-fed air of this Dimension still ticking wealth into him with every breath!
The weakest ones. He would remember that appraisal fondly.
"Before destruction, big guy, are you talkative?" Noah called up through the rain of authorities, his tone light as his eyes shone. "Do you want to tell us a few things about where we are and what’s around us? Any of those... Steeds of Those Who Remain nearby? Or THE Cursed Descendants themselves?"
Ormarr harrumphed, a sound like a hill collapsing!
"Don’t ask things when the answers will mean nothing to you. Be bound."
HUUM!
Obsidian-purple ropes unleashed from the Serpent’s body.
They poured out from between his scales in the dozens, then the hundreds, each one a woven cord of his Ananke Intent given form as inevitability was spun into bindings that snaked down through the raging sky! And Noah could already feel them constricting around him even before they arrived.
This was the terror of an Ananke Intent expressed through constriction as the binding began the moment it was willed, the capture already unfolding as law before the ropes ever crossed the distance! His shoulders felt phantom coils. His existence felt the hoard waiting.
Noah breathed out slowly as his mind ran cold and clear.
He knew plainly that he could not beat this True Lifeform as he was right now. Even this divided body outweighed him, and the whole of Ormarr Grimtunge outweighed Ryaenara herself! Alone, at E-Rank grades, against inevitability made flesh...the math was not kind. He did not worry for THE Creature or Ryaenara, wherever the purple rivers had scattered them, as both were terrifying beings who had survived eras of things.
As for himself...he breathed out as his hand rose to the crown upon his head.
"Ruination."
|I have been waiting for you to say it, Master. Fusing.|
THE Circlet of the Quintessential Ruin lifted from his brow and began to spin above him, faster and faster as it bloomed with crimson-gold light, thousands upon thousands of woven strings unwinding from its band as they poured down over his figure like a waterfall of burning threads.
The strings did not wrap him. They entered him!
Every thread of her wove into every thread of him, string finding string, her Intent sliding into the spaces of his Intent as two True Lifeforms folded into a single existence, and Noah’s body transformed under the confluence! His dark hair bled through with veins of crimson and gold, burning like woven fire past his shoulders. His eyes turned into layered rings of cerulean and crimson, lemniscate patterns turning slowly within both pupils, and across his skin, faint lines of light traced themsleves like circuitry of pure string as every one of them hummed with her predictive weavings!
The world slowed around his perception as her sight became his sight, every falling drop of the authority-storm resolving into readable threads, every incoming binding-rope a composition whose weakest stitch glowed before his eyes!
And he did not stop there.
"Infiniverse."
"Yes, Master." Her voice came warm from beside him, and her manifestation smiled as she dissolved into cerulean light that sank into his chest.
For the first time...his Pantheon unfurled fully!
THE Quintessential Pantheon of THE Infiniverse bloomed out from his existence not as a backbone, not as stanchions, but as everything, a dimension of existence erupting outward with him at its heart as the moss and mist and storm were swallowed whole by realms! Skies of gold. Seas of glass. Mountain ranges of turning blue light, nested Observable Existences glimmering in the distance like hung lanterns, thousands upon thousands of realms unfolding in every direction as one man became intune and fused together with two other True Lifeforms and wore their shared dimension as his body!
Noah stood on merely one of the thousands of realms of his Pantheon, his feet settling upon vast stretches of golden sands that glimmered like crushed dreams, dunes of radiant gold rolling out to a horizon that belonged to him! Emotive was pulled gently to his side by a current of the Pantheon’s will, and around his transformed figure, the aura he radiated...actually reached a suffocating level!
Where a lone E-Rank True Lifeform had stood, something else now breathed! Three Egoic Intents layered into one presence. A living dimension worn as flesh! The storm of Infinity and Primordial Source still raged somewhere beyond his Pantheon’s edges, and for the first time since arriving in THE Krazhor-Nul, it did not feel heavy at all.