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Chapter 4770: Existence Is Too Vast! II
In an entirely different portion of Observable Existence.
THE Living Elemental had a wry expression as he followed THE Living Emotive across the Wastes of THE Fallout toward... a floating obsidian hut.
The scene was a unique one.
THE Living Elemental looked like an entity shrouded by the Phonemes of Fire, Air, Earth, and Water. Four fundamental concepts swirled around his form in constant rotation, each one manifesting as brilliant displays of their respective elements. Flames licked across his shoulders. Winds howled around his arms. Stone formations crystallized and dissolved across his torso. Water flowed in impossible streams around his legs.
He was power made manifest. Authority over the building blocks of physical reality given form.
And yet he followed behind THE Living Emotive like a subordinate trailing after their superior.
THE Living Emotive didn’t seem to have any particular air of power around her.
No swirling elements. No visible manifestations of authority. No overwhelming displays of Depth or Weight that would mark her as something significant.
She appeared almost... ordinary.
A woman of indeterminate age with features that shifted subtly with each expression. Her hair changed color depending on the angle of observation. Her eyes held depths that seemed to contain every feeling that had ever been felt.
And yet the silent aura of an Absolute permeated across those eyes.
Something that transcended mere power. Something that spoke of authority over concepts so fundamental that even other Absolutes treated her with caution.
She was humming and skipping as she moved.
Her entire existence buzzed with manic energy that made the corrupted landscape around them seem calm by comparison. She hopped over twisted formations. She twirled past corrupted zones. She moved with the carefree abandon of a child playing in a garden rather than an Absolute traversing one of the most dangerous regions in Observable Existence.
As they neared the hut...
"Oh, Big Bad Chaos! We are here!"
Her voice rang out with cheerful irreverence that made THE Living Elemental wince.
"And we seem to be arriving at an opportune time..."
HUUM!
As she finished her words, the door of the hut flung open!
Within it, the figure of an entity circled by endless chaos sat in contemplation.
THE Primordial Chaos.
One of THE Four.
The one who had laid claim to the fundamental principle of disorder itself.
His form was humanoid but shrouded in constantly shifting patterns. Order could not exist in his presence. Predictability fled from his vicinity. Even the simple act of sitting still became an exercise in contradiction when chaos itself was your domain.
His expression had been that of boredom.
But it was slowly changing to interest at this moment.
He was already looking up, sensing the changes that were permeating across Existence. The alterations to The First Tongue. The new Phonemes that had been released.
Things were becoming more chaotic.
And chaos was his domain.
Emotive looked up as she continued to walk into the hut floating in the Wastes of THE Fallout. Her eyes twinkled with amusement that bordered on madness.
She looked toward THE Primordial Chaos with the casual familiarity of someone who had long since stopped being impressed by such entities.
"I would ask you how you have been, big guy, but this entire moment seems to be stolen by this Osmont fucker."
Her voice carried notes of genuine annoyance mixed with fascination.
"Is it true that you had him in your grasps in The Infinite Unfurling, and you simply let him go because you were playing your games of choices?"
She said such words calmly.
As if questioning the decisions of one of THE Four was something she did casually.
As if criticizing THE Primordial Chaos to his face was merely nothing!
A moment later...
HUUM!
THE Primordial Chaos did not even turn his gaze toward her.
But his terrifying immensity slightly exerted itself!
Everything nearby began to tremble and shake with utter chaos! The obsidian walls of the hut rippled with instability! The air itself seemed to forget which direction it was supposed to flow! Reality groaned under the weight of disorder being applied to its foundations!
He waved his hands casually.
The Phonemes of The First Tongue began to circle around him. All 18 of the originals appeared first, spinning in orbits that defied conventional physics. And then he began to perceive the letters that had not been there before.
Infinity.
Quintessence.
Tyranny.
Fortune.
Advantage.
Narrative.
Harvest.
Hunger.
Potential.
Nine new additions, now made free and accessible to everyone.
He studied them with eyes that had witnessed the birth of chaos itself.
"Pay him the respect he deserves when you talk about him."
His voice emerged like the collision of folds. Deep. Resonant. Filled with authority that made lesser beings instinctively want to prostrate themselves.
"There are countless upon countless creatures across Observable Existence. And he became one of THE Four."
The new Phonemes continued to orbit around his form, being analyzed and cataloged.
"It is not by pure luck. It is not by happenstance."
His eyes finally turned toward Emotive.
"Treat him with the same respect as you would treat THE Creature or THE Living Paradox or me."
...!
His words were dangerous!
Filled with threat that made THE Living Elemental take an unconscious step backward!
And yet...
Shockingly, the figure of Emotive simply twisted her head and smiled eerily!
"But I don’t give a fuck about THE Creature or THE Living Paradox or you?"
Her voice came light and musical, as if she was discussing her favorite foods rather than dismissing the most powerful beings in Existence.
"Just four old dudes claiming everything."
She shrugged with exaggerated nonchalance.
"My emotion of fear toward all of you has long since disappeared. I have been around all you three, and none of you have proceeded to kill me just yet."
Her smile widened into something that was almost unhinged.
"Now Osmont... Osmont I am dying to meet."
...!
Her words were utterly heavy!
This woman spoke to THE Primordial Chaos as if he were merely an acquaintance she found mildly annoying. She dismissed THE Four as if they were irrelevant obstacles.
THE Primordial Chaos regarded her with eyes that swirled with infinite disorder.
"There is still time for you to be collapsed if you keep playing around, Broken Doll."
As he said this, he brought his hand toward the cheek of THE Living Emotive.
His fingers, wreathed in chaotic energy that would destroy most beings on contact, grasped her chin. He moved her face left and right as if examining goods at a market. Turning her this way and that. Analyzing her features. Studying her existence.
And she smiled brilliantly at this treatment!
As if being manhandled by one of THE Four was exactly what she wanted!
As if being called a Broken Doll was a compliment she cherished!