Novel Full Chapter 5303: Attendants and Orders II
Chapter 5303: Attendants and Orders II
Morgana listened to this with her eyes on the monolith’s surface, watching the information flow through it.
She moved the information to its appropriate position in her ongoing assessment and turned to the next monolith without pausing.
It was already buzzing.
The information it released carried the signature of the Acedia division.
"Results of the Existential Acedia Ordnance deployment on the lower Observable Existence. Causal Stilling confirmed across full survey range. Dredge conversion estimated above ninety nine percent of prior population. The Source Lifeform and the Relictus of Infinity operating in the lower Observable Existence are not among confirmed casualties. The domain is stable and ready for analysis."
...!
Not among confirmed casualties.
The Source Lifeform. The Relictus of Infinity!
Morgana stood with this information for a moment, not because it surprised her but because she was being thorough, processing the gap between the intended outcome and the confirmed outcome.
She had known the Source Lifeform was a variable. A Source Lifeform choosing to involve themselves was not something...normal.
The Relictus of Infinity on the other hand...was unique.
"Arrange a Legion," she said, her voice carrying into the monolith stream with the flat precision of a being delivering instructions they had already fully formed before opening their mouth. "Led by a few Fourth Scale Gilded Ones. Go through everything down there. No surprises this time."
The monolith carried the command.
It would be followed.
She turned back to the other streams, the information flowing through the domain around her in its continuous currents, the Aurum Primalis conducting its business in the First Gold tower as it had conducted business since the Second Age, and Ubergulden Morgana processed what existed and decided what would exist next.
She had given the order for the Ordnances to be sent down in the first place.
The lower Observable Existence had been a problem. Problems had solutions. Solutions had costs. The calculation was not one she had found difficult!
She was Ubergulden Morgana.
For someone as grand as her, an Ealdor Gilded One, the calculation... was never truly difficult!
Under her decisions, many would live, and many would die.
Someone had to make the decision!
This is the truth that the comfortable and the sheltered spend their entire existences refusing to accept, because accepting it would require them to acknowledge that the peace they inhabit was not produced by their virtue but by someone else’s willingness to do what virtue would have forbidden.
They live in the space cleared by choices they would never have made. They enjoy the silence left behind by sounds they never had to hear. And they look at the beings who made those choices and call them monsters, because calling them monsters is considerably easier than thanking them.
They should be groveling on their knees in gratitude.
The strong do not enjoy making the hard choices.
The being who orders the cleansing of a region, who looks at the accumulated decay of Civilizations that have forgotten their purpose and signs the authorization that removes them from the calculation entirely, does not do so from pleasure. They do so because the calculus demanded it and nobody else in the room was capable of running the calculus without flinching in the middle of it.
Weak beings flinch. This is their defining characteristic.
They see the scale of a decision and they see the cost and they step back from it, and the decay continues, and the rot spreads, and the countless Quintillions who might have been protected by the decision made at the right moment are instead consumed by the thing that the flinching allowed to persist.
The strong do not flinch.
They look at what exists and they look at what should exist and they calculate the distance between the two and they sign the authorization!
Someone has to.
When the weak are absent from the room, the decision gets made correctly. Fuck the weak.
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<THE Source Lands>
The hours passed gloriously, as hours in THE Source Lands tended to pass, without any particular acknowledgment that they were passing at all, time having declined the invitation to be a relevant factor in this place.
The one constant across all of them was Persevere.
Every second. Every utterance. The utilization of the first letter of THE Primordial Tongue building on everything that had been built before it, the density of it accumulating the way that geological pressure accumulated!
It was not in dramatic events but in the continuous unrelenting application of force across time. He had also been uttering Exelissomai throughout, the second Prime Letter layering its effects into the same sequence.
|Prime Exelissomai- Compounding confirmation: Each utterance of Exelissomai during the active Arms Race period is being added to the first utterance’s ongoing effects rather than resolving as a separate event. The evolutionary process initiated by the first utterance is still running. Every subsequent utterance compounds the final result. When the Arms Race concludes and the first utterance’s process completes, the total effect will reflect every utterance made across the full duration. The final evolution will be multiplied by however many times the letter has been spoken.|
...!
Hmm.
He was looking forward to seeing what that produced.
For now, the Illumination Flowers had bloomed again above THE Strand of Broken Scales, their golden light cascading down through the ancient canopy in broad shifting columns that turned the tree surfaces to warm amber and made the surrounding darkness retreat to the spaces between root systems where the light didn’t reach.
In his hands was the wing of a Pterosaur, large enough that holding it required both hands, its flesh carrying the dense warmth of a Galdr Source creature’s residual energy through every fiber. He ate without ceremony.
Around the high platform of branches where he and Eon had spent the night, fourteen corpses of flying Galdr Source beasts were distributed across the surrounding canopy in various states of what happened when Osmontian Absolute Infinity in the form of concentrated lightning and condensed fireballs found the Sources of creatures that had decided a high vantage point occupied by two beings in the night was worth investigating. They had investigated.
He had answered without interrupting what he was doing with Eon, the storms of Infinity clearing the cluster of beasts in the time it took him to decide they needed to be cleared.
As he ate, he bent down to wake up Eon.
Eon rose up groggily as if he had pulled from deep rest, and he offered her the meat all around to replenish their Sources.
They consumed what they could and stored the remainder as in a short period of time...
|Satiety — Noah Osmont: 100%.|
|Satiety — Eon: 100%.|
He finished a few beasts and they moved!