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Chapter 5468: The Painter! I
In Ryaenara’s Dimension of Existence, THE Mirthful Antiquity floated in the dark between her temples and watched her prize grow.
Noah sat inside one of the ancient shrines below, seated in stillness, and she drifted above the still stellar lakes with her perpetual smile in place and a great many calculations running behind it. She was jubilant, and the jubilance had many things under it. As the minutes passed, the silent immensity coming off the being with boundless potential kept increasing, and not in the small increments any framework would predict.
These were jumps. Leaps of power that should have cost years each, landing minute after minute, stacked one on the next as though time had agreed to bill him differently.
How ridiculous was that? How unbelievable?
But she believed it, because she had priced the evidence! This was the entity THE Sealed One wanted as a vessel, and that ancient thing did not covet casually. Her own Gu had exploded confirming his potential, all nine wings lit, an instrument older than the Scales overloaded by a single reading. She needed what he was more than he realized, and every impossible jump she felt only confirmed how correct the needing had been.
Then... it happened.
HUUM!
A unique and grand sense of power erupted from his seated body, and it reached across her own dimension and touched her, and Ryaenara’s existence buzzed. Her Intent buzzed. Her Trueness itself buzzed, the deep seamless core of an Antiquity vibrating like a struck string, and in the same instant the words arrived, spoken to every True thing in Existence at once!
|THE True Human Emperor has emerged.|
...!
Out of all the True Lifeforms across existence who heard that announcement, ancient things in inverted oceans and golden stairways and temples at the roots of mountains and so many more, every one of them wondering who, exactly one being connected the dots in the same breath. Because exactly one being had felt the eruption of the Distinction’s aura while looking directly at the person responsible.
Ryaenara stared down at the seated figure in her temple, and her incredulity climbed past anything her long existence had recently produced. A True Distinction!
She did not have a True Distinction. She had lived ages beyond counting, gathered power past the Scales entirely, and existence had never once signed its name under anything she was.
"Fuck!"
The curse escaped her before her composure could catch it, and below, Noah’s eyes opened.
He looked up at her calmly, reining in the grand regal aura leaking off his body the way a man tucks in a shirt, and the two of them regarded each other across the still dimension in perfect silence. She floated there having just cursed out loud. He sat there having just been crowned by existence. Neither of them said anything at all. The silence stretched, and kept stretching, and acquired a quality that in lesser company might have been called awkward.
A moment later, the mirth drained out of Ryaenara’s face entirely.
She grew serious, and then more serious, her expression working through something that had the look of a genuine struggle, a decision being fought over by very old habits. Noah watched the fight run its course and said nothing.
"We’ve already come to a mutual decision," Ryaenara said finally. "I help you against THE Sealed One, and you help me. That holds. But as I understand more and more about you...."
She paused, and the struggle showed one last time before settling. "I cannot tell you many things. But I can show you something else. Something critical to me, so you understand why I do what I do. I confirmed your boundless potential with my own tools. Now I’ve confirmed your True Distinction with my own eyes, and that Distinction, that particular Distinction, seems to mean..." She stopped, and started again, simpler. "Let me show you why. Let me show you why I do what I do."
She was unfathomably serious as she said it, and her existence erupted.
A terrifying True Intent rose off her, THE Ananke Intent barely discernible at its edges, inevitability itself stirring, and she waved her hand. A gateway emerged in the dark between the temples, tall and quiet, its threshold shimmering with a light that came from somewhere else.
|You are beholding a gateway to a True Dimension of Existence. This is a domain designed and held by a True Lifeform, and only its designer may enter it, alongside those she has personally granted permission. Its Dimensional Rules are absolute within it, and I can read two of them from here. First: no harm can come to those within it. The rule is not a defense that can be overwhelmed. It is a law of the dimension itself; harm is simply not among the things permitted to occur inside. Second: the dimension sustains a constant true emergence of Source Vitality of such potency that a Sixth Scale existence on the verge of death, brought across this threshold, would be healed instantly.|
...!
Noah’s eyes shone sharply as he read the words, and the reasoning assembled itself without being asked. Nobody built a place where harm could not exist and dying things healed instantly as a fortress. Fortresses were for war. This was built for something else!
Ryaenara gestured him forward, and he rose and entered.
The dimension opened around him, and it was...seasons.
All of them, at once, arranged across a domain that stretched past easy seeing. A stretch of deep summer rolled into autumn woods burning gold and red, and past them winter lay clean and white over silent hills, and spring ran green along rivers between, every environment complete and alive and breathing its own air. Terrifyingly potent waves of Infinity and THE Primordial Source moved through all of it like weather, threaded with Observable and Unobservable Force, and the mana here ran so pure and dense that each breath carried more of it than whole realms held elsewhere. The air smelled of pine and rain and turned earth and snow, all at once, without the smells fighting!
|You have arrived within a True Dimension of Existence. Itseffects upon all existences within it are as follows.|
|All entropic processes are suspended for living existences here. At the atomic level, decay does not proceed; unstable configurations are held stable by the dimension’s law rather than by their own binding forces. At the cellular level, senescence is arrested entirely. Telomeric erosion reverses at a constant rate, misfolded proteins are unwound and refolded correctly by ambient workings of THE Primordial Source, and oxidative damage is repaired in the same instant it would occur, leaving no interval in which harm can accumulate. Cells here do not age, do not err in division, and do not die except by their own completed design.|
|The Source Vitality saturating this dimension binds directly to the foundations of any existence within it. Failing Sources are shored continuously, the way a tide shores a ship, and the shoring costs the occupant nothing. Energy for all repair is drawn from the dimension itself, not from the healed. A dying thing here spends nothing on its own survival.|
|The dimension’s Intent permeates everything, and its single instruction, woven into every working described above, is preserve. This place was not designed as a paradise. Every effect converges on one function: to hold an extremely sick lifeform at the edge of ending, indefinitely, against a dying that will not stop trying.|
|Final analysis: sustaining these Dimensional Rules is not free. By my measure, 75% of all power that THE Mirthful Antiquity possesses is utilized, constantly and without pause, for the sake of this Dimension.|