Chapter 4631: Infinite Potential I

Around each of these nine entities, the unmistakable allure of a complete Genesis Principle surrounded them like halos of compressed authority.

Not Singularity Principles, but full Genesis Principles related to Paradox itself.

They all looked exactly identical to one another, as if cast from the same impossible mold.

Each entity stood approximately fifteen feet tall with powerfully built humanoid frames.

Their bodies appeared to be constructed from smooth metallic material that gleamed with obsidian-gold coloration.

No faces were visible, only smooth featureless surfaces where heads should be.

Their forms radiated an aura of absolute indestructibility, as if they were forged from the concept of permanence itself.

Massive obsidian-gold wings extended from their backs, each wing inscribed with intricate patterns of paradoxical geometry.

Tendrils of pure paradox surrounded them, writhing and coiling like living things.

These tendrils existed in states of constant contradiction, simultaneously solid and ethereal, moving and still, there and not there.

As they floated behind Schrodinger in perfect formation, Khor and all the other combatants felt a profound sense of suffocation crash over them.

The pressure these entities exerted simply by existing made it difficult to maintain coherent thought.

But the most shocking detail revealed itself as they drew closer.

On the chest of each entity, prominently displayed and burning with terrible power, was an inscribed Phoneme.

The Phoneme of Paradox, written in The First Tongue itself.

It blazed with authority that made reality tremble, granting these entities connection to linguistic supremacy that should not be possible.

They radiated terrifying might and complete indestructibility, weapons forged from paradox itself and empowered by The First Tongue.

At this moment, Schrodinger spoke with voice carrying profound despondency.

"I am to be a harbinger. I am to let you know that the Agents of The Fallout have descended from THE Loom. That as of this moment, we are twenty-five seconds to midnight."

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The words were devastatingly heavy.

As if sensing that those gathered did not comprehend what he truly meant, Schrodinger continued with voice mixing grief and resignation.

"Twenty-five seconds to midnight is a measurement of how close Existence stands to complete and total collapse. Midnight represents the moment when The Fallout becomes irreversible, when THE Loom unravels completely, when everything that is ceases to be. We measure our proximity to this end not in years or eons, but in seconds. And we have just moved from thirty seconds to twenty-five."

His expression became even more anguished.

He paused, trembling.

His entire being began shaking as rage mixed with his despondency.

"Why did you all not listen?! Why could Osmont not give a single life to save countless others?! Is he so important that one individual him is worth everything in Observable Existence perishing?! One entity versus the survival of all reality, and you chose to protect the one?!"

When he said those last words, his entire existence trembled violently with mixture of fury and profound grief.

As if he knew with absolute certainty that it was all too late.

That the choice had been made, and the consequences were now inevitable.

That these nine Agents of The Fallout standing behind him were merely the beginning of what was to come.

And that twenty-five seconds to Midnight might as well be zero, because nothing they could do now would stop the unraveling.

After Schrodinger’s words finished echoing across the devastated landscape, the nine Agents of The Fallout rose higher into the air.

Their metallic bodies seemed to emanate no emotion whatsoever.

Only immense paradoxical coldness radiated from them, a chill that went beyond temperature into something fundamental and existential.

Each of them turned with perfect synchronization toward The Infiniverse and Khor.

As if their targets had already been predetermined before they even emerged from the paradoxical rift.

As if the outcome had been calculated and the execution was merely a formality.

It was a moment that could induce immense despair in even the strongest entities.

With the power that these nine entities possessed, how could they possibly be faced when their very existence emanated Weavings of The First Tongue inscribed directly onto their indestructible bodies?!

The First Farmer moved to stand behind The Infiniverse, his expression carrying the weight of one who had seen civilizations rise and fall countless times.

Alexander Asmodeus floated into position, his silver-white light of Peace burning with defiant conviction despite the impossible odds.

Khor positioned herself with jaw set in determination, trillions of obsidian jaws still manifesting around her small form.

Millions of Primus Inevitabilities of various Specializations formed ranks alongside them.

All of them lined up as if preparing to make their final stand against an unstoppable force.

As if they knew with crushing certainty that these enemies were so unfathomably powerful that many of them here would not survive what was about to unfold.

But they would stand regardless, because that was what remained when all other options had been exhausted.

Schrodinger observed all of this with expression mixing grief and frustration as he shook his head slowly.

Because among all those gathered here in their battle formations, among those adorned in Civilizational Armors and preparing for certain death, he could see her.

Leonore Rureaux stood among the defenders, her stance resolute despite the hopelessness.

He had wanted to save her and so many others like her.

But now it was all too late for salvation.

His voice emerged with despotic weight as he spoke words meant to make them understand the futility.

"These Agents of The Fallout are Pre-THE Existences that approach the power of genuine THE entities despite not having achieved that classification. Since Existence itself suppresses THE classification, since no THE can manifest currently outside THE Loom due to these suppressive mechanisms, these Agents represent essentially the most powerful creatures that can exist outside THE Loom’s boundaries."

He gestured toward the nine metallic figures with trembling hand.

"Not at THE level technically, and yet they can almost exhibit this level of power through their unique construction and empowerment. They are weapons forged specifically to bypass the restrictions. As of this moment, there isn’t even a theoretical idea of resistance that would work. All of this catastrophe, all of this despair, could have been avoided!"

His words were enough to induce immense hopelessness in those who heard them.

He made it devastatingly clear just how terrifying and indestructible these nine Agents truly were.

They were essentially killing weapons that could never be harmed or stopped outside of THE Loom itself!

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