Novel Full Chapter 4854: Unprecedented Glory! II
Chapter 4854: Unprecedented Glory! II
After pausing briefly, the ship proceeded forward!
It moved calmly, in a slow manner that spoke of confidence rather than caution. Naglfar pierced through the billowing clouds of authority as if they were nothing more than morning mist, the backbone of Helheim refusing to be impeded by anything as mundane as concentrated Civilizational power.
THE Primordial Paradox opened his eyes slightly.
"Do you have a specific place in mind inside of the Vault?"
His voice was casual, as if asking about preferred dining locations rather than destinations within one of the most significant structures in Observable Existence.
Noah gave a light nod as he began to feel his existence settling.
"THE Agora of Primordial Judgment. You know of it?"
...!
THE Primordial Paradox fully opened his eyes at this moment.
Something flickered in those obsidian depths.
He tapped on the ship again.
Naglfar veered slightly to the right, adjusting its course through the billowing clouds before shooting out toward a specific direction with renewed purpose. The vessel knew where to go now, guided by its master’s intent toward a destination that apparently warranted full attention.
Noah looked at the vibrant and transcendent billowing clouds that the ship passed through.
He sensed no oppression.
Nothing pressed down on him.
Everything that might have challenged a lesser traveler was prevented and kept out by the authority of the vessel he rode upon and the being who commanded it.
|Location Analysis|
|You have entered THE Vaults of Ginnungagap eons before THE Fallout|
|Their current state is more primal and true than what you experienced in your era|
|The corruption that permeated them in your time does not exist here|
|Current position: You have not entered the Stoa of Dogmata this time around|
|You are passing through the Third Circle: The Akademeia of Theseis|
|This is an area of pure philosophical discourse where reality is constantly being proposed and challenged|
|The landscape itself is made of competing Theseis, creating impossible geography that shifts based on which propositions are currently dominant|
|Normal movement is only possible by successfully proposing a Thesis that creates stable ground, or by defeating the Theseis that make up the terrain|
|However...|
|Naglfar of THE Primordial Paradox is naturally bypassing all of this|
|What may have taken considerable time and effort for others is now being crossed through as if it is nothing|
...!
As they passed through, Noah observed the landscape shifting around them.
The Akademeia of Theseis was exactly what RUINATION had described. Ground formed and dissolved based on philosophical arguments that he could barely perceive. Mountains rose when certain propositions gained dominance, only to collapse when counter-propositions emerged victorious. Rivers flowed upward when the Thesis governing their direction was challenged and replaced.
It was chaos given intellectual form.
And Naglfar sailed through it all without pause.
THE Primordial Paradox began to stretch on his throne.
"Many and few go into THE Agora of Primordial Judgment."
His voice was contemplative.
"Due to the complex rulings and Weavings there, even Absolutes are bound by its constraints. It is a place where power alone does not guarantee success. More powerful beings steer away."
He glanced at Noah.
"It is smart of you to choose it. Any new entrant there has their Depth forcefully brought down to THE Surface. They have to work their way up through merit and contribution rather than relying on accumulated authority."
His obsidian crown spun slowly above his head.
"At this moment, only a some Fundamental and maybe an Absolute or two attempting to go through the hassle for the rewards within. Most prefer easier paths to power."
As he talked, their surroundings flickered again.
The ship passed through the Akademeia at extremely rapid speeds, the competing Theseis becoming nothing but blurs of philosophical light. In no time, they traversed across THE Vaults entirely, leaving the Third Circle behind as they entered a new region.
And then Naglfar came to a gradual stop.
Before them was a region filled with clouds of golden light, radiant and welcoming compared to the churning authority they had passed through. And at the center of this golden expanse stood a massive arched gateway.
The gateway was ancient beyond measure.
Its pillars were carved from what looked like crystallized rhetoric, words and meanings etched into every surface.
The arch itself seemed to be made of solidified debate.
On either side of this golden arched gateway, four massive statues floated around it menacingly.
The first was a massive titanic humanoid burning with Existence itself. Its form was pure presence, pure being, radiating the simple truth that it was and therefore mattered.
The second was a sphinx with a feminine head shining with glimmers of The First Tongue. Her eyes held riddles that could reshape reality, and her wings were made of Phonemes arranged in patterns that seemed to ask questions rather than make statements!
The third was a massive star-shaped statue with a single eye burning with Paradox.
The fourth was a minotaur adorned in a glorious toga, its form radiating the weight of Chaos given purpose and direction.
The ship of THE Primordial Paradox passed through all of this without even sparing a glance.
The statues that might have challenged any other vessel simply watched as Naglfar sailed by. Existence distorted around them when they passed the gateway, reality bending to accommodate their transition from one space to another.
Moments later...
HUUM!
The glorious ship arrived.
It floated above an endlessly shining shore filled with glimmering sands that seemed to be made of crystallized glory. Waves of water that held the weight of accumulated achievement lapped against the beach, each tide bringing echoes of triumphs and defeats that had occurred in this place across eons.
All around the shores were scattered Ginnu Lifeforms.
But they were not alone.
Muspeli Lifeforms moved among them, their forms burning with the contained heat of their Primordial Realm. Chaos Giants lumbered across the sands, their shifting forms drawing curious glances from other inhabitants.
Ljósálfar drifted through the air with ethereal grace, their light-born bodies casting no shadows on the glimmering beach. Other lifeforms from different Primordial Realms could be seen here as well, representing the full diversity of Observable Existence in its early stages!
All of them adorned in Togas.
The garments of Hoplites.
They moved around the beach with purpose, some heading toward destinations inland, others returning from expeditions with expressions of triumph or defeat. This was a place of competition and advancement, where beings from across Existence came to prove themselves worthy of deeper access to THE Agora’s secrets.
Four massive temples spanning tens of miles could be seen in the distance.
Each temple represented one of the four aspects of the oldest forces in Existence.
The Temple of Existence burned with the presence of Existence, its architecture speaking of pure being and fundamental reality.
The Temple of Paradox shifted between states, its walls made of contradictions that somehow supported each other.
The Temple of Chaos changed constantly, never quite the same from one moment to the next yet somehow maintaining its essential nature.
The Temple of The First Tongue stood carved from crystallized language, every surface covered in words and meanings that predated current understanding.
The air of ancientness permeated all around.
Chaos. Paradox. Existence. The First Tongue!
It felt grand and heavy, the weight of powers that had shaped Observable Existence pressing against anyone who entered this sacred space.
Many Hoplites moved around the shore and toward those four temples.
It seemed they were doing everything they could to raise their contributions and advance in ranking before they could be allowed to go deeper into THE Agora of Primordial Judgment. The competition was fierce but regulated, governed by rules that even Absolutes had to respect.
It was a slightly different Agora than the one in the future.
More vibrant. More alive with possibility rather than the weight of accumulated history.
But the moment Noah arrived...
HUUM!
He looked down and saw a few things happening with his existence.
First, the absorption of the Depth of Impundulu finished.
The last of THE Storm That Hungers’ authority settled into his foundations, completing a process that had begun on the deck of Naglfar and continued through their journey across Ginnungagap. His Seals burned brighter than ever. His weight felt grander than it had at any point in his existence.
And the Derivative Civilization of Hunger...
He felt it buzzing within him.
It was settling at Half-Step Absolute.
The endless hunger that had consumed the Paradox of Consumption had reached a threshold that his main Civilization had not yet crossed. A scout that had advanced ahead of the main force, tasting territory that Noah himself would claim in time.
But more than all of that...
He felt his garments changing.
The toga that bloomed on him as he entered THE Agora was not the simple garment of Hoplites that the beings on the shore wore. It was something else. Something grander. Something that radiated authority!
The moment he saw this, he shook his head with surprise.
It couldn’t be possible, right?
But surely and undeniably, there on his toga was the brilliant marking of a Polemarch.
The same rank that his body in the future, which was in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment at this very moment in a different time, had also attained. The rank of a commander. The rank of someone who had proven themselves through victories that most beings couldn’t even imagine achieving!
He had attained it here as well.
Upon entry.
|...|
Even RUINATION seemed to have no words.
The prompts that usually flowed with analysis and strategic assessment were simply silent, processing something that apparently defied easy explanation.
At this moment, across The Shores of Kleos and seemingly across THE Agora of Primordial Judgment itself, a booming voice echoed out.
It was similar to the announcing voice that Noah had heard in THE Palaestra when he fought against THE Weavers. Ancient. Authoritative. Carrying weight that made every being on the shore stop what they were doing and listen!
"THE TONGUE WHISPERER, UPON ENTRY INTO THE AGORA OF PRIMORDIAL JUDGMENT, HAS ATTAINED THE RANK OF POLEMARCH IN AN UNPRECEDENTED ACHIEVEMENT THAT HAS NOT BEEN DONE BEFORE!"
...!
The words crashed across the shores like thunder.
Every Hoplite on the beach turned to look at the ship floating above them.
Every being from every Primordial Realm stopped their activities to stare at the figure standing on Naglfar’s deck, the figure wearing a Polemarch’s toga despite having only just arrived!
THE Tongue Whisperer!