Chapter 3849: Early II
Far from the Living Origin Labyrinth.
A domain vast beyond reason. Rotating infinitely like an idea no mind could fully house.
The Infiniverse Wheel of Existence!
Within.
Noah had seen what his aura- his scent, his presence as an Early Creature, could do to Living Existences.
He had seen the Foldless One, Moiraine, bend at the knee beneath the weight of his blood. He had seen Sigrid, once a Living Origin, light up again from a single touch.
So when it came to those closest to him, to those forged beside his deepest weavings...
He did not hold back.
He unleashed everything.
The aura of an Early Creature flowed not as a mere field or cloud, but as a principality!
It swept like fire through the spiraling weavings of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence, embedding itself into the very logic of the Wheel at its heart.
Especially in the Infiniverse Crucible, the density of his aura reached its peak.
Lemniscate glyphs of Living Authority spun in layers, weaving across one another in stacked dimensions of symbolism and meaning. And within the eye of this storm, cross-legged and unshaken, sat Noah.
His palms rested against the foreheads of two beings directly before him.
Ruination.
The Infiniverse Body.
Their faces twitched with visible alarm as, for the first time, the full and unfiltered surge of an Early Creature’s embrace began pouring into them like a flood breaking through celestial gates.
BOOM!
From Noah’s own Wheel of Existence, rising up through conceptual layers unseen by any but the most complex of entities, a Tower was born and allowed to be displayed outside!
An Early Living Paradoxical Tower of Origin.
Its base erupted first, a great black-and-gold lemniscate spiral that wound upward.
From it bloomed mythic structures- soaring Mythic Living True Signatures shaped like incandescent titans, each one with halos and wings, their mouths opening as... Hymns poured out.
"All truths are lies in veiled disguise,
And lies, the roots where meaning lies.
Two paths diverge, we walk them both,
For paradox is our only oath."
"The fold folds in what should unfold,
Time eats its child, yet grows not old.
We are the loop that bites its tail,
The song that breaks what silence veils..."
HUUM!
Their voices were low and thunderous. The air grew heavier.
The Hymns, made from language older than many things, formed rivulets of black-gold liquid light.
These rivulets poured downward.
They fell into Ruination and the Infiniverse.
Their bodies jerked as their eyes burned with light!
More Towers rose.
The Early Living Infinity Tower came next, its structure a flowing helix that bent upon itself in unending return, anchored by nine Mythic Signatures singing a melody that bent time around the listener.
Then the Quintessence Tower, already singing within Noah’s Wheel, bloomed again into shared space- its Hymn a slow, rhythmic song of universal origin and patient glory.
And even more would come!
And with each Tower, the fabric of the Infiniverse Crucible began to tremble.
Complexity bloomed. Purity multiplied. Existence rewrote itself.
Noah’s visage was at the eye of the storm as he commanded over a dozen Towers of Origin to bloom in the Infiniverse Crucible!
And then...
|From a sliver of record of the Distinction of an Early Creature, it was known for Festivals of Existence to bloom whenever Early Creatures gathered in a region.|
...!
An unexpected prompt came as the dull drops of blood within his existence buzzed.
|As the Hymns of multiple Early Living Towers of Origin bloom, the condition of convergence of multiple equivalent auras of Early Creatures has been satisfied.|
|For the first time, a Festival of Existence under your guidance.|
|The growth and evolution of complexity and purity of all nearby Existence entangled with you momentarily increases by 1,000,000%.|
...!
The prompt exploded across Noah’s perception like a trumpet blast on the edge of glory!
|The growth and evolution of complexity and purity of all nearby Existence in the Folds you are in momentarily increases by 100,000%.|
|During the Festival, those closely entangled with you have a chance to undergo Existential Mutation and gain a budding Living Seed of Existence. Once nurtured, a Living Seed may bloom and allow one to become a type of Living Existence similar to the ones you have currently bound to you.|
|During the Festival of Existence, random Early Living Panaceas of Existence will bloom near those you are closely entangled with.|
HUUM!
The Crucible burned with golden complexity.
Above him, Towers of Origin sang in great synchrony.
Below him, Ruination convulsed with progressing resonance, her Lattices multiplying.
The Infiniverse’s form shifted, her body almost becoming translucent as threads of Laws, Dimensions, and Concepts became visible beneath her skin.
Noah gloriously read prompts that had words which should not at all be true!
And yet they were!
Because...
All around them, a Festival bloomed.
A Festival of Existence, where even the air was made of potential.
Its effects were shocking, monumental, and they spread out madly like unraveling rays of light cascading through every crevice of the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence and the Nullvein Gravewake Folds!
The entire Folds...were affected.
Not just the Infiniverse Crucible. Not just the region where Noah’s Hymns echoed forth from his Early Living Towers of Origin.
But all of it!
From the innermost Weavings of the Veiled Sunfolds to the distant, shimmering arches of the Mannafolds.
From the twisted chronoscapes within the Chronosect of Threadbound Folds to the silent caverns guarded by Fold Dwellers and the boundless Courts of Dead Things in the Folded Concords!
Across every hidden lattice of complexity and paradox of the Folds, heads rose.
Eyes widened.
Wheels pulsed.
They had all felt it.
An explosion of Complexity. A pure, crystalline flood of Purity. Then... the Hymns.
Not just one, but many.
Some sang of Protagonists and their burdens.
Others whispered the Quintessence behind all motion. Some echoed with Origin itself.
Most could not understand them. The Hymns vibrated with words foreign even to those who had known long ages. But even without understanding, even without comprehension... they felt them.
And in that feeling, their own weavings of Existence fell into trance.
In awe. In hunger. In reverence.
With solemn breaths, and wide eyes, many among the Folds stopped everything.
Even those in the middle of battle or deep meditation paused- choosing instead to ride the wave of progression that had been gifted to them.
It was a rare moment.
A sacred moment.
And across the Folds, none ignored it!
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