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Chapter 5615: The Golden Leash!
<THE True Human Emperor>
He looked at Yrsa coldly, and his eyes flashed!
THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard swept across the leader of the incursion as it reached for her truths, and her details unfolded before him as the crossing-dark itself seemed to lean in!
|Warden Yrsa|:: VERITAS: 23. PROVENANCE: 0. POTENTIA: 25. PONDUS: 28. A Warden of ?????. Her origin is ?????. She has never once broken a rule she set for herself. ?????
...!
Every attribute, apart from Provenance, above twenty!
Every single one! Above the wall of ten that had once capped his own sight, sitting in the range where Skallagrim’s completed panel sat and climbing past it, all of it seated inside a being who radiated absolutely nothing at all! Her PONDUS alone stood at twenty-eight, a bearing grander than a Blood Sovereign’s, wrapped in plain garments and a clerk’s calm!
Questions stacked themselves in his depths, and Noah set every one of them aside, because his rage had not moved an inch and neither had he!
He was undaunted.
He looked at the panel, and then at her, and when he spoke, his voice rolled out grand and cold across the crossing-dark.
"You have made yourself my enemy just now." His crimson gold eyes held her pale ones. "And because I am so fucking magnanimous, I give you this one chance to change course. In existence, when the many are dying and getting collapsed, they always wish they had done something different in the past. Some moment where the road forked, and they took the wrong side of it."
He let the dark hold the words. "That moment, for you, is this one. Change your course. Release my people... and you may yet have salvation in your future."
Yrsa listened to all of it without a flicker.
And then she smiled, calmly.
"I do not fear death." She said it plainly. "For my cause, I can gladly die. If what I am doing now becomes the reason I die in some future? I have no qualms about it at all."
Her head tilted. "But that is me. You... have these people I have chained."
Her pale eyes did not leave his.
"So, to show you how serious I am. In the next nanosecond, I will start by breaking the bones of the steed you cured and took from THE Krazhor-Nul Dimension. Or you can bring your main body here, alongside a certain Remnant Existential Treasure, and make the exchange. I will even honor you properly."
She waved her hand!
HUUM!
Light bloomed above her palm as a collar band manifested there, and it was not gray!
It was GOLDEN! A dazzling band of deep gold, seamless and unmarked, turning slowly above her hand as off its surface rolled a silent air of suffocation that pressed against the crossing-dark itself, a pressure that did not attack and did not threaten and simply sat there promising an ending to expression itself!
"A special Inhibitor," Yrsa said. "Meant to stifle the terrifying Descendants of Those Who Remain. I have never yet had cause to use one. For you, I will."
Noah looked at this lifeform coldly as, at the sides of his head, his own voice began to speak!
"We need to collapse every fucking shred of existence that she and her forces have." THE Provenance of the Closed Crown spoke low and flat from his left, arms folded, eyes shut. "Just go utterly apeshit, and figure everything else out later."
"That is feasible," THE Provenance of the Open Hand answered calmly from his right. "And Hvitrmarr and the others may die in the doing of it. For what? A momentary release of anger?"
The cross-legged figure’s light held even and warm. "Thalia said we need to obtain information about these ones. Brute force is not ideal here, and it is not even efficient. But we have other means. Consider what she is actually asking. She wants to chain us... and we cannot be chained. She does not KNOW we cannot be chained. So we play along. We let her close her collar, and she will take us to wherever this force of hers belongs, into the heart of everything she serves... and we can obtain information in abundance while every one of them believes they are guarding a prisoner. We would gain more there than we could ever gain by overcoming her here. And overcoming her here guarantees casualties."
"At what cost?" the Crown said coldly. "Think of what we are. Think of the stature of what we have built and become. How could someone of our standing be WILLINGLY imprisoned? Leashed? Paraded into their cages by our own consent?"
"Are we truly so prideful?" the Hand asked. "So overly arrogant that we cannot play a part? A prisoner’s part, worn for a while, in exchange for the best results our people can be given?"
...!
Noah listened to all the parts of himself, coldly, completely.
And before a nanosecond had passed...
HUUM!
Beside the clone that had first appeared in the crossing-dark, his main body arrived!
Crimson gold and stellar blue, the collar of First Purity at his chest as eleven singularities turned in his depths, THE True Human Emperor himself stepped out of nothing at all, and he looked at Warden Yrsa as he spoke with total calm.
"My freedom... for my people."
...!
It was something surreal!
Even Yrsa seemed surprised! Her pale eyes moved over him up and down, and then she nodded once and came over unhurried as the golden collar in her grasp opened itself and floated across the dark toward his throat, a leash of dazzling gold hanging still in the silence between them.
"Put it on."
...!
Noah gazed at the thing hanging before him, and prompts unfolded across his sight!
|You are observing a Lineage Inhibitor: THE GILDED CLAUSE.|
|The highest grade of Existential Inhibitor in its order’s records. Where common Inhibitors subtract granted authority, THE GILDED CLAUSE suppresses the genetic and existential expression of any and all authority at its root: granted, devoured, inherited, or written. Intents, Sources, Infinities, Pantheons, and frameworks are stifled at the level of expression itself. Even the sentence-lineage of a Descendant of Those Who Remain, the unbroken written line running back to the speaking hand, is silenced clause by clause while the band remains closed.|
|It adapts. Expressions that attempt to rise are read, and counter-written, faster than they form.|
|Its make is ?????. Its count in existence is ?????.|
Noah read every line of it coldly.
And he knew, with plain certainty, that it would do nothing to him! It was a masterwork raised against every power existence had ever handed anyone, and nothing he carried had been handed to him! Nothing granted. Nothing borrowed. Nothing owed!
So, calmly and efficiently... Noah put the leash on his own neck!
CLICK!
And in the same instant, he made the oppression around himself disappear!
His pressure folded inward and vanished as his presense dimmed, the weight that bent grass and caved stone withdrawing entirely, until THE True Human Emperor stood in the crossing-dark, collared in gold, and gave off the air of... nothing! Nothing at all! A man, in a band, powerless to every sense that would ever check!
"I detest this," THE Closed Crown said flatly at his ear.
"Going through things one does not like," THE Open Hand replied, serene, "is part of being human. We do it constantly. We wait, we swallow, we wear what the hour demands, and we do it because the results on the far side may be something unfathomably grand."
Its closed eyes did not open, and its voice settled soft over the golden collar. "To be human... is to do a lot of things one does not like."