Novel Full Chapter 4903: The Second Cause V
Chapter 4903: The Second Cause V
But the defensive Inscription’s Apophasis caused them to pause, the negation pressing against the attack with authority that declared this consumption was not possible!
The jaws snapped shut on nothing, their target protected by words that Noah had written!
THE Primordial Paradox made a move in that same instant, his obsidian form blurring with speed that exceeded what should have been possible. Paradoxical authority wrapped around the shocked Glossikos and the other three Strategoi, pulling them away from the Crack with force that brooked no resistance.
He deposited them behind Noah and himself with a calm and glorious expression that held no fear despite what had just nearly occurred!
Glossikos looked towards Noah with a shocked gaze as she touched her body, half expecting it be undifferentiated.
But she had been saved as she saw that radiant golden page which actually still burned in front of her as it felt...glorious and immense!
This...was his power now!?
"We...are no longer alone."
His voice was steady.
...!
And then, from the Crack, something emerged.
Noah watched with eyes that saw everything clearly as a figure he had not truly missed made its entrance into Observable Existence. The jaws that had just tried to devour Glossikos didn’t disappear but rather pulled back toward their source, revealing themselves as merely one small part of something far larger.
Bazuman.
Bazuman!
THE Undivided One that had chased Noah across THE Prima Indifferentia with relentless hunger emerged from the expanded Crack with the casual grace of a predator entering territory it intended to claim. Its body was round and glorious, a horror that defied conventional description through its sheer wrongness. Countless eyes dotted its surface in patterns that shifted constantly, each one burning with crimson light that held intelligence and hunger in equal measure.
Tentacles extended from its mass in every direction, writhing appendages that ended in mouths or eyes or configurations that served purposes Noah couldn’t identify. The body itself seemed to pulse with internal rhythms that didn’t match any biological function, as if it was breathing existence rather than air.
And covering every inch of its horrific form, the light of corrupted proto-matter burned with brilliance that painted the surrounding space in shades of wrongness. Bazuman had bathed in the corruption, had absorbed it, had made it part of itself.
Those countless crimson eyes all turned toward Noah with fucking.. giddiness.
And Bazuman spoke with a voice that emerged from every mouth simultaneously, each one contributing to words that pressed against reality with weight that exceeded what Noah remembered from their previous encounters.
"You... have run away from me across time."
The voice was eerie and pleased and utterly certain of its own supremacy.
"And yet existence brings us together again, little thing."
Those countless eyes blinked in patterns that might have been amusement.
"I have waited. I have been patient. I knew that eventually, you would return to where you belonged. And here you are. Here we are. Together again."
Its tentacles spread wider as if embracing the entirety of THE Agora.
"This time, there is nowhere left to run."
...!
Noah looked at Bazuman with an expression that held no fear.
Well, since he had come back from Prima Indifferentia, he had gotten a few precious moments to breathe before adversity thundered down again.
The last time he had encountered this Undivided One, he had been forced to flee. He had been weaker then, less refined, still learning what his Infinities could accomplish. He had used tricks and misdirection and ultimately temporal displacement to escape.
What about...now?
He knew it was a high ask. He actually knew it should be impossible. But hey, why not try?
At this moment in time, there were many things Noah could say or do but while he looked at Bazuman...he directed his words towards the calm Primordial Paradox beside him.
"This whole time, I had a bias that in the future, THE Creature and you would win over THE Living Paradox. There may be some hiccups here and there, but victory would be in place. But based on what is happening right now..."
He thought of THE Mnemonic Leviathan’s words. Of what THE Living Paradox was truly attempting.
He shook his head as he focused on the giddy Bazuman as he continued.
"We may be underestimating THE Living Paradox far too much. He...might surprise everyone."
...!
His words were heavy, and they may not even be fitting as the terrifying aura of an Undivided One stood before them.
But he felt like saying them, and so he did.
Beside him, THE Primordial Paradox was thoughtful before he nodded.
"Mm. It seems my disciple has come far. But first, there is this."
...!
This.
THE Undivided One!
Their gazes fully turned towards it as it radiated shocking waves of brutality and immensity.
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Far from THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.
In Alfheimr, THE Creature remained calm.
Endless seas of corrupted undifferentiation had spilled out from a blooming crack above his mountain, the proto-matter flooding across the radiant twilight with force that began dissolving the ancient landscapes of his Primordial Realm. Trees that had existed since before THE Infinite Unfurling came apart at the seams. Mountains that had witnessed the birth of civilizations crumbled into formless potential.
And from within that corruption, terrifying auras had bloomed.
Three figures had emerged from the crack with hunger that pressed against reality itself.
The first was an Undivided One whose body resembled a great winged lion with the face of something that had never been mortal. Its mane was made of writhing serpents that hissed with individual malice, and its wings stretched wide enough to cast shadows across entire territories. Where its paws touched, existence forgot what solidity meant. This one descended toward the lower slopes where THE Living Emotive and THE Living Elemental currently stood.
The second was another Undivided One, this one taking the form of a massive serpent-dragon whose scales shifted between states of matter with each breath. Its body coiled through the corrupted proto-matter as if swimming through water, and from its back rose seven heads that each bore different expressions of hunger. Eyes of molten gold fixed upon THE Creature’s temple with desire.
The third was a Formless Terror, and unlike THE Undivided Ones, it had no stable shape whatsoever. It was a churning mass of potential that occasionally resolved into hints of forms before collapsing back into chaos. Claws appeared and vanished. Jaws manifested and dissolved. It was hunger without direction, destruction without purpose, and it drifted toward THE Creature alongside the serpent-dragon with the inevitability of a tide coming in.
THE Creature observed all of this from his temple with eyes that held multicolored flames burning within their depths.
Below his mountain, THE Living Elemental was struggling. The curse that Noah had written upon him continued its relentless work, burning across his Depths and deteriorating his foundations with every passing moment. He could barely stand, let alone defend himself against the winged lion that descended toward him with killing intent!