Chapter 4639: Actualization IV

In this surreal scene, Noah was shockingly transferring the entire Depth of THE Dead Order toward Sigrid at impossible speed.

To the extent that within mere femtoseconds, nearly ninety percent of her accumulated authority across eons was siphoned away completely.

Additional glorious prompts manifested.

|Emergence Assessment - Sigrid, The Living Order|

|Sigrid has built sufficient foundation due to your influence of Mana and the siphoned Civilizational Authority of Order|

|Her Foundation is stabilizing rapidly|

|Her establishment of THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty of Order has been deemed INEVITABLE|

|Timeline: Imminent|

|Outcome: Through her and under your guidance, the true Primordial Civilization of Order shall bloom once more|

At this moment, as the last remnants of Order were about to be completely extracted from THE Dead Order’s collapsing existence, her torn face managed to roar out with utter horror and desperate rage.

"O CREATURE! SAVE ME! SAVE ME! I USE ONE OF THE PROMISES!"

BOOM!

The moment those words left her ruined mouth, Noah felt an undeniable force descend from outside this space.

It pulled his arms forcibly from her split head.

Her figure became instantly covered and preserved in multicolored flames of Existence.

Vast distances manifested between them as space itself expanded.

He watched as she breathed raggedly with expression mixing horror, shock, and absolute rage toward him.

Her figure appeared weak and feeble and filled with profound misery.

She looked at him while her split forehead attempted desperately to heal.

But when she sensed the extent of her lost power, when she felt the hollow emptiness where her authority had been...

She wailed with voice that shattered the remaining composure she possessed.

"MY ORDER! MY GLORIOUS ORDER! YOU HAVE TAKEN EVERYTHING FROM ME! EVERYTHING! ALL MY EVERYTHINGS! I WANT YOU DEAD! I WANT YOU COLLAPSED INTO NOTHINGNESS!"

Tears of white-gold blood streamed down her face.

"O CREATURE! FOR THE LAST PROMISE! FOR MY FINAL WISH! I WISH FOR THE COMPLETE AND TOTAL COLLAPSE OF OSMONT! IN THIS EXISTENCE, IN YOUR EXISTENCE, HE CANNOT BE ALLOWED TO REMAIN! COLLAPSE HIM! COLLAPSE HIM! COLLAPSE HIM NOW!"

Her screams echoed with desperate finality as she spent her last protection.

The words of THE Dead Order seemed like the ravings of a mad woman.

But she had lost absolutely everything as she had nothing else left to cling to.

Noah’s expression was heavy as he remembered the unstoppable force that had pulled him away from her just moments ago.

Just when he had been about to extract the last remaining waves of authority from her fractured existence.

That unstoppable force and momentum was none other than Existence itself.

It had felt like the very structure of reality around him flared with overwhelming power.

Even musings of The First Tongue had surged to cause absolute and undeniable separation between him and THE Dead Order.

If that was the result of a single wish from this being, and she now wished for his complete collapse...

His eyes burned with a sense of defiance and lividity once more.

His entire existence became covered by defensive Logos of The First Tongue as he prepared for what might come.

The Phonemes of Void, Darkness, and Paradox wove together to create conceptual shields.

The Phonemes of Unity and Division combined to make his existence both unified against attack and divided enough to survive fragmentation.

The Phoneme of Beginning prepared rapid regeneration if needed.

In the distance, the raving figure of THE Dead Order wailed and cried with voice breaking.

She kept her tear-streaked gaze fixed upon him, desperately waiting to witness his collapse.

Beside Noah, the figure of Sigrid, soon to be THE Living Order in full manifestation, moved to stand protectively at his side.

THE Civilizational Authority of Order flowing through her newly empowered existence began spreading outward.

White-gold streams of authority covered Noah as well, creating additional layers of protection around him.

Her expression showed fierce determination to defend what was hers.

As they all waited with mounting tension for the terrifying response from Existence itself...

No response came.

Silence descended across the space.

The Weavings of THE Dead Order began shining with a maddening light of pure lunacy as the silence stretched.

She roared out again with voice cracking from strain and desperation.

"I SAID FOR MY LAST WISH I WISH HIM TO BE COLLAPSED! YOU PROMISED THIS TO ME! WHEN I FELL TO PARADOX, WHEN I LOST EVERYTHING THE FIRST TIME, YOU PROMISED ME! WILL YOU NOT KEEP YOUR PROMISE?!"

Her voice became even more desperate and broken.

"YOU PROMISED ME INFINITY! YOU PROMISED ME HAPPINESS! YOU PROMISED ME RESTORATION! WILL YOU NOT EVEN GIVE ME THAT AMIDST ALL THIS MISERY?! AFTER EVERYTHING I HAVE LOST?! AFTER ALL I HAVE SACRIFICED?!"

She wailed and cried as she spoke the last few words, her entire being trembling with grief and rage.

Tears of white-gold blood continued streaming down her fractured face.

And yet, shockingly, there was still no response from Existence itself.

No force descended to collapse Noah.

No power manifested to fulfill her wish.

Only profound silence answered her desperate pleas.

Moments later, amidst her teary face and wailing Weavings of existence, a different power descended.

Multicolored flames of Existence wrapped around THE Dead Order’s broken form.

And this unique power began taking her away from this space entirely like cradling a broken child.

Removing her to some unknown location.

It was a unique scene to observe.

Because shockingly, impossibly, THE Creature did not accomplish the wish of THE Dead Order to collapse Noah!

Her final promise, her last desperate request, went unfulfilled.

Why?

The eyes of THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons pulsed with Fragments of Phonemes of The First Tongue as he contemplated many possible answers.

Had THE Creature decided Noah was more valuable alive than dead?

Had the closed temporal loop made Noah’s existence somehow essential to maintain?

Had THE Creature gained too much from Noah’s actions to risk collapsing him now?

Or was there some other game being played that Noah could not yet perceive?

The questions swirled through his mind as he analyzed the implications.

THE Dead Order had not fully collapsed by his hands as he had intended.

But he had obtained all that he truly needed from her.

Ninety percent of her Civilizational Authority now resided in Sigrid.

Enough to forge THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty for The Living Order.

Enough to restore the true Primordial Civilization of Order under his guidance.

So at this moment, Noah put his hands gently around the waist of Sigrid.

He pulled her close as he spoke with quiet certainty.

"Let’s go."

A moment later, their manifestations in this space between spaces disappeared.

And this manifested space itself, no longer sustained by THE Dead Order’s presence and authority, began crumbling and folding into nothingness.

The veil that had separated Living and Dead Order dissolved.

The entire constructed reality collapsed back into the fundamental Weavings from which it had been formed.

Leaving only scattered traces of what had occurred here.

And the unanswered question of why THE Creature had refused THE Dead Order’s final wish.

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