Chapter 4194: Nurturing Hunger! III

It had only been a matter of seconds.

An eternity, and no time at all. In the fractured, suspended moments since the Tears of Existence had wept their necrotic contents into the Transcendent Origin Folds, a localized apocalypse had bloomed!

But seconds, for beings who could traverse Folds like thoughts, were more than enough time to respond.

From across the vast, now-trembling expanse, reinforcements finally began to arrive!

They came not as a single, coordinated wave, but as a scattered, desperate convergence, a testament to the chaos that had seized even the highest echelons of power.

Portals of pure, white-gold Origin ripped open, spilling forth legions whose very presence was a hymn to genesis!

Structures of absolute Law manifested from nothing, their geometric perfection a stark, defiant statement against the encroaching entropy.

Rifts in spacetime folded and unfolded, depositing Dimensionals who looked upon the torn reality with the pained expression of artists seeing their canvas slashed!

They were all here, a congregation of the impossible, many of whom had been present for the Kleos Concordat.

And uniquely, astoundingly, among the familiar auras of Law, Origin, and the others, a new, discordant note was added to the symphony of arrival.

Living Paradoxes.

The detested, the mistrusted, the eternal antagonists in the grand, bloody drama of the Living Existences, were arriving as allies!

They did not appear through structured portals but simply were, their presence flickering into reality like a candle flame deciding to exist in a vacuum.

It was a sight that should have been impossible, an alliance forged in the fires of mutual, impending annihilation. The only thing that held the instinctive, eons-old animosity at bay was the soft, verdant glow that pulsed above each of their heads.

The Living Marks of Unity. They shone like gentle, emerald beacons in the darkening sky, emitting a warmth that was conceptual.

It was the warmth of a shared, terrible promise: We will not harm each other, for the price of betrayal is a collective death we cannot afford!

It was a fragile peace, a unity born not of love but of a shared gallows, yet for this moment, it held.

Among the swirling contradictions and impossible beings of the Paradox faction, a single figure seemed both the most and least significant.

The beggar-like form of Schrodinger materialized without fanfare, his ragged clothes a stark mockery of the grandeur surrounding him.

His ancient eyes, however, missed nothing. They swept across the terrifying landscape of complexity and destruction, instantly honing in on the most profound anomaly in this entire chaotic weaving of existence!

High above the ruins of Concordia, a titanic figure stood wreathed in bloody purple flames, a giant born from a despair so deep it had become power!

In his massive hands, he held the struggling, roaring head of a Dead Early Creature, its myriad wings beating against his grip with futile fury.

Any part of an Early Creature, living or dead, was a foe of unimaginable terror, a being that should not be so easily contained as death would be even harder to grant it. And yet, there it was.

The scene was so fundamentally wrong, so utterly defiant of commonality, that the newly arriving Dukes, Honored, and Royal Living Existences were struck dumb!

They saw the giant, a being they somewhat recognized. They saw the impossible clash between the Dead Early Creature Nysteria and the fat, nine-headed Origin turtle in the distance, a battle between quadrillions that made their own power feel quaint.

But it was the sight of the titan holding that struggling head that truly kept their gazes momentarily.

Their astonishment curdled into rage as their gazes fell upon the devastation below.

Concordia, a jewel, was a corpse. And as if to add a final, cruel twist to their horror, the remnant skeletons of their fallen comrades were rising.

A smoky, obsidian brilliance, the unmistakable signature of The Dead, basked their forms.

They rose, not with the shambling gait of lesser undead, but with a newfound, terrible purpose.

This was the true terror of The Dead!

They did not just kill; they recruited. Every life they extinguished was another soldier for their silent, all-consuming army.

And uniquely, impossibly, these newly risen Dead, born from the passive aura of Nysteria’s arrival, all held a minimum of one trillion in complexity. It was as if the things an Early Creature killed could only be permitted to be so weak, and no less.

And the moment they formed, they searched for any forms of life nearby before they began surging out to tey and consume, regardless in their power was sufficient!

There was a sense of sadness in this as all those who died here and would continue dying here...would be in a cycle of revival in 24 hours in this same place, and on and on.

Concordia would never be again.

It would simply be a land where...the Dead revived!

But in this maelstrom of chaos and despair, Schrodinger shook his head with a quiet, profound amazement.

He looked at the titanic Noah and spared only a passing glance for the quadrillion-level conflict of Nysteria and the Origin Turtle that was tearing the sky apart.

"This friend of mine is surprising me more and more," he mused, his voice a low, conversational murmur that was somehow heard by every Paradox present.

"But no matter. All of you, the Living Paradoxes, are officially allies of the Living Existences. In this moment of crisis, in the Transcendent Origin Folds... let us put our lives on the line to help them. The Sin that we bear as Paradoxes is a Sin that is similar to The Dead... and we can lay them to rest that much quicker and easier. Go."

HUUM!

At his words, Duke Elagabalus and even Duke Diviticus, her face a mask of cold resolve, gazed out at the encroaching tide of death.

Without a word, they grouped up, their forms blazing with paradoxical light, and surged forward, a vanguard of impossibility against an army of endings.

As these forces moved, Schrodinger’s gaze lingered on Noah.

The titanic figure, wreathed in those bloody purple flames, pulsed with a regal, tyrannical light.

And then, his eyes, those celestial purple suns, turned to meet Schrodinger’s. Across the impossible distance, their gazes locked!

Schrodinger smiled and gave a small, friendly wave, as if greeting a distant, close friend he hadn’t seen in years.

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