Chapter 3868: Glyph! V
The mist of the Early Veiled Shore clung to Liora’s skin gloriously!
She stumbled as her feet pressed into the warm, untouched sand, the scent of salt and blooming nature flowing into her lungs with her first true breath as a Living Existence.
The sky above was awash with a dim haze of light that glimmered softly across the water’s edge, the entire shore glowing like a sliver of memory.
And her body...
It thrummed.
Her core surged with unbearable warmth and power, the remnants of her father’s essence- a gift forged from Living Origin Authority- suddenly uncoiling as her limbs shook from the sheer force of it. Her hands clenched as waves of invisible pressure wrapped around her chest, and in front of her eyes, golden-blue prompts began to rise like sacred echoes.
|You have arrived in the Early Veiled Shore of a consecrated Early Creature.|
|Due to your distinction as a half Living Origin and the nature of this consecrated land, your transformation into a full-fledged Living Origin is now underway.|
|Your Complexity and Purity are rising rapidly...|
Blue bordered words expressing themselves as information? What the hell were they?! Was this what this terrifying being, Noah Osmont, always observed?
Her heart lurched.
She could feel it. The expansion. The unraveling of limitations. A barrier she never even knew existed around her essence shattered with a soundless hum, and something vast and boundless took its place. Her breath buzzed as she looked up through strands of wind-tossed dark hair.
And there he stood.
The man who should have been a rumor. A whisper. The one her father, Bob, had fought against and in the end, begged.
Noah Osmont.
She gazed at him.
Not just because he was the reason she was standing now. Not because his hand had plucked her from the jaws of a Foldless One in the instant before doom arrived. Not even because he was the very figure who helped her father rise enough to give her life once more.
It was because now... she could see him.
Truly see him.
The air itself curved around him. Authority, complexity, paradox, origin- all folded neatly into the golden glyph still glowing on his forehead.
His torso shimmered beneath layers of intricate Lattices, muscles firm beneath skin woven with light and lines of power. His presence was calm. Immovable. Terrifying in its certainty.
It was hard to even gaze into his eyes as they felt...old and far too ancient!
And just beyond him...
Her eyes wandered.
To the glistening Wok, massive and humming with terrifying flames as it sat on a Tower held up by quintessential figures!
Her eyes wandered to the crimson haired celestial being kneeling with glowing hair cascading like rivers of starlight, golden-pink sparks weaving around her as she molded her Glyph.
To another woman who hovered as if born from galaxies and Omniverses, her silhouette etched in shifting prisms of light, deep in the throes of spiritual inscription.
The smell of the sizzling meat in the Wok lingered in the air- earthy, sacred, wild. It made her hunger in a way that felt... ancient.
But her eyes returned to him.
Noah Osmont.
Her father’s enemy. His savior.
Her lips trembled.
She remembered the Dead Wheel.
She remembered every day, every second. Her father had believed she slept. That her soul was dormant.
But it wasn’t.
She had been conscious, entombed inside the Dead Wheel for what felt like eternities. And with her... so many others.
Every life her father had ended. Every whisper of pain he had caused in her name. They came to her. Not just their images, no. Their voices. Their thoughts. Their agony. Their hatred. Some begged her to forgive them. Others begged her to suffer.
She remembered the hollow laughter of a child whose family was cut down as collateral.
She remembered the sobbing of lovers separated by slaughter.
She remembered them all.
Every voice burned inside her until she no longer knew who she was, until she wished her father would stop. To just... stop.
And yet, through it all, he persevered.
He had done the impossible.
He brought her back.
As a half Living Existence.
Because of the man now watching her, seated casually on the golden sand, pulling out a piece of meat from the Wok.
She strengthened her will as she bowed her head and spoke out.
"Thank you. For doing something you did not need to do, for intervening on behalf of my father. For saving me from the hands of that Foldless One."
...!
Her voice was earnest towards this terrifying being!
He didn’t speak right away. His silence stretched not unkindly, but commandingly. Then his voice came and settled over her.
"Your father called you his...Everything," he said, eyes flickering over her as if noting the way her essence shimmered. "There were other complications too. It would have gotten messy if a Foldless One got ahold of you."
He waves his hands as if he had not done anything much.
But to slip right past the hands of a Foldless One...was that truly nothing?
He lifted a piece of meat in his hand. His gaze stayed steady. Then, as if measuring something- her soul, her potential, her worth- he sliced it into the smallest sliver.
A hundredth of its size.
And extended it toward her.
Liora blinked.
Ruination and the Infiniverse Body waved their hands idly, lifting massive chunks of meat from the Wok into their palms, consuming with such casual grace that each bite seemed a ritual of ascension. The air around them rippled from the power within the food.
And she...
Liora was offered a sliver!
Doubt crept up her spine, but she dismissed it.
Her fingers trembled as she accepted the meat. She placed it delicately on the tip of her finger, the scent alone causing her eyes to sting.
And then...
She placed it on her tongue.
Warmth.
Then power!
BOOM!
It hit her like a rising sun splitting apart the night.
Two prompts burst before her as her knees nearly buckled!
|You have consumed a shred of a Cooked Early Living Marine Lifeform.|
|You have received an influx of Essence exceeding more than 100x required for the creation of your Living Origin Tower.|
The world tilted.
Power poured through her skin, her veins, her soul. Her essence twisted and danced as waves of color burst from within her, Complexity and Purity rising beyond anything she had ever thought possible.
Tears spilled again since she was reborn...tears of awe. Wonder.
She had eaten once.
She had lived again.
She looked at Noah Osmont again.
And for the first time, she did not see the monstrous and mysterious Entity of her father’s memories!
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