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Chapter 5387: O Riven! I
His confidence rose the more he understood what it meant to carry an Egoic Intent. To be a True Lifeform. To be, completely and only, himself!
So Noah closed his eyes, and felt the thing that had been coming for a long time finally arrive.
|The fusion of your Osmontian Absolute Infinity and your Osmontian Primordial Source is making way for the emergence of THE Osmontian Source Infinity.|
HUUUM!
His Intent. His own!
THE Osmontian Source Infinity, the two great authorities he had each branded with his name folding together at last under the single truth that held them both, the seam that could not dissolve dissolving inside him because his identity sat at the forefront and his identity did not recognize the law that kept them apart!
"Ah," he breathed.
Endless blue light covered his body, and as it covered him, he understood. He understood all of it at once, the shape of the road ahead of him resolving in a single clear moment.
"My Second Scale of Existence will not begin with Transcendent," he said, for himself alone.
"That was never going to be it. My Second Scale of Existence will start with this. With Osmontian Source Infinity. It will start with an Egoic Intent already in hand. The requirement was that Infinity and THE Primordial Source be fused, the thing ancient beings chased their whole existences as a final outcome, the prize at the end of years of effort."
WAA!
He felt the certainty settle into him.
"But for me, it isn’t the end of anything. It’s the first benchmark. The opening step of my Second Infinite Scale. THE Source Scale."
HUUM!
First had been THE Genesis Scale.
He wanted to call the second THE Source Scale, because this one dealt with identity and origins at its forefront, with the foundational truth of where a thing came from and what it fundamentally was, and that was the territory the whole Scale would be built across.
As the Scale emerged, Noah’s existence buzzed with an unfathomable clarity, every part of him sharpening into focus, and he looked at the manifestation of THE Sealed One bound in his blue chains. And the thing, as though it could sense what was happening to him, what was happening to its own prospects, let its expression go heavy.
Noah spoke to it, grand and unhurried.
"You’ll only ever be as grand as I deem you to be," he said.
"That’s the truth of your situation now, so I’d sit with it. You were grand once, in some bygone era, sitting on your mountain of betters, asking your question that nobody would answer. I watched it. It was impressive, in its way."
His voice cooled.
"But you are not grand anymore. Not in here. You won’t be speaking up whenever you please. You won’t be a problem I have to manage. You don’t get to set the stage for what happens next, because what happens next is mine to set, and from this moment on, you will be refined and eaten by me, all of you, every part. Because you are inside my body. And my Intent and my Scales deem absolute control over anything bathed in my Osmontian Source Infinity."
BOOM!
The fusion of the obsidian Osmontian Primordial Source and the multicolored Osmontian Absolute Infinity resolved, in the end, into a single color.
It was blue. An endless, deep, gloriously heavy blue. Cerulean, the two authorities becoming one thing and the one thing shining the pure deep blue of the mana that had carried him since he first gained the skill, Fireball!
Mana! The color of Mana!
THE Osmontian Source Infinity erupted out of him and moved like boundlessly heavy snakes, thick coiling rivers of cerulean authority filled with everything that made him. Tyranny was in it. Quintessence was in it!
Pride and lust and humility, all the Egos, all the feelings, because his Scale dealt with identity and personality and the Egos were about to become a large part of what he was, woven into the foundation rather than cultivated separately the way the Gilded Ones did it. All of it moved alongside his will and his identity, countless swirling rivers of deep blue forming around the manifestation of THE Sealed One!
And as they spun in their circular formation, the bound thing held at the center, parts of its skin began to flake away and dissolve into the cerulean rivers, absorbed, refined, taken into Noah’s Osmontian Source Infinity beat by beat.
THE Sealed One’s expression went truly heavy then, and it spoke, and the warmth was gone from it.
"If you do this," it said, "it will be all-out war. Not the polite kind. I will find your family. I will find your Ruination, and that other one. You saw what I can do. You watched me do it to True Lifeforms, beings who would make your loved ones look like nothing at all. So think carefully. What are they, compared to what I crushed on that mountain without standing up?"
BOOM!
Noah smiled.
It was a smile of glorious tyranny and brutality, and he squinted as he floated closer to the bound manifestation, and he said one thing.
"THE Riven."
BOOM!
THE Riven.
The moment he said it, everything shook. The swirling rivers shook, the fragments of the broken record shook, and THE Sealed One itself shook, because Noah had spoken the thing it had been so certain he could not speak.
"That," Noah said quietly, "is your name."
HUUM!
He had begun refining the being, drawing it into himself piece by piece, and in the refining he had drawn out its name, and so he simply said it!
Who said he couldn’t? Who decided he needed to stand at some particular height on some particular Scale before the truth was allowed in his mouth? It had told him a small mind would shatter, that he would need THE Sixth Scale to utter its names!
But that was the framework’s rule, and Noah had stopped accepting the framework’s rules a long time ago. He had wanted to say it. So he had fucking said it!
He watched the buzzing light come into the eyes of the bound thing, and his smile deepened, turned devilish and evil, his crystalline teeth shining with Infinity as it showed.
"THE Riven," he said again, savoring it. "A big ancient guy like you. I want you to be afraid. Properly afraid, the way those nine were when you reached past their skin. Because I’m coming for all the other pieces of you. Every place they scattered you, every seal they buried you under. I will refine and devoure the entire severed hand to the wrist. So what else do you have left out there? Fingers? Toes? A head, somewhere, waiting? I’ll find every one. I’ll refine every single one. And I’ll do the thing the True Lifeforms eons ago couldn’t manage, the thing they had to settle for sealing because killing was beyond even them." He floated closer still.
"To kill you, I don’t need to be stronger than you. I just need to pit my identity against yours and devour it completely, beat by beat, piece by piece, until there’s nothing of you left to seal. And you handed me that solution yourself, the moment you decided my body was worth crawling into."
His eyes burned cerulean over his devilish smile.
"So rejoice, O Sealed One. Rejoice, O Riven. You finally found something in this small recent Age to intrigue you."
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