Chapter 4725: Against A Legend! II

A great man once said that those who cling to death, live, and those who cling to life, die.

To live, one had to be ruthless and ready for death at any moment.

To live and thrive in the post-apocalyptic age of THE Fallout, one had to be utterly obscene and prepared for death to come knocking at any time without warning or mercy.

For Noah, it was a simple thing as he was already ruthless and ready for death if it came, had been ready since the first apocalypse came to his tiny blue planet and taught him that existence cared nothing for fairness or justice or the desperate hopes of those who wished to survive!

Every being across existence lived and died, and he had not met any that were impervious to this fact yet, not THE Entities at the highest levels nor the primordial beings that had existed since before differentiation nor even the legends whose names were spoken in whispers across countless realms.

Even THE Primordial Paradox was collapsed, right?!

And THE Living Spirit...

He wanted to see if he could institute this reality for it.

So defiant against the Declaration this being had laid down, defiant against the authority that had smashed him from the skies and forced him into a crater, he rose up against it through sheer will and weight as he breathed out slowly.

"Hoo..."

Everything slowed down.

When Noah looked up, he saw the cold eyes of THE Living Spirit as the entity gazed down at him with the calm fury of something that had been shown disrespect by a creature it considered beneath notice.

He saw Gal’Thûrak behind and to the side, the demon spirit’s seven eyes wide with an ashen expression as he felt his own Depth diminished, as he recognized what the Fragment of THE Axiom of Mayhem had done to him, and this being who had called himself THE Terror of Chains actually scrambled backward through the burning air as if distance could save him from what was coming.

Noah saw all of this with clarity that seemed to stretch each moment into eternity, and he raised his left hand with an expression becoming immensely calm, the kind of calm that preceded storms and catastrophes and the ending of things that had seemed eternal.

On his raised hand, a bow began to form.

Blue-gold light crystallized from the ambient Mana of Muspelheim, weaving itself into a weapon that seemed less crafted and more grown, a bow of such elegant lethality! The limbs curved with mathematical perfection, inscribed with Phonemes of The First Tongue that blazed with authority, and the string that connected them thrummed with tension that spoke of violence yearning to be released.

Noah used his right hand to pull on the bow string, his fingers finding their position with the ease of someone who had done this countless times before, and as he drew the string back toward his cheek, a radiant blue-gold arrow began to form between his grip and the bow itself.

The arrow’s edge was sharp beyond sharpness, pointed directly toward THE Living Spirit with intent that could not be mistaken for anything other than murder.

How could he be as ruthless as possible here?

The answer was already burning in his mind as he considered his assets, his Thesis that had been actualized, his enemies who could barely access The First Tongue due to that very Thesis, and the opportunity that lay before him like a banquet waiting to be devoured.

His voice echoed out calmly as he declared a new Thesis while tugging at every last drop of immensity he had left within him, building upon the foundation he had already established with brilliance that bordered on cruelty.

"My arrow chains and severs upon all those that can barely access The First Tongue."

...!

His eyes burned with ingenuity as he worked on an already built Thesis to declare such a devastatingly simple proposition, using the restrictions he had already imposed as the framework for something even more horrific!

His enemies could barely access The First Tongue because of his earlier Thesis.

And now his arrow would chain between them, would sever their Ways and their Civilizations with the inevitability of a sentence that had already been written.

His eyes remained locked on THE Living Spirit as he let loose the bow string with a motion that seemed almost gentle, almost casual, as if he were not about to commit an act of mass devastation that would echo across this primordial realm.

And the arrow flew.

Existence distorted around its passage, space itself bending to accommodate something that moved too fast and carried too much weight to be contained by normal physics. A light of established Thesis wrapped around the arrow like a shroud, like a promise, like a death sentence written in blue-gold fire!

Halfway to the cold-faced Living Spirit, the arrow disappeared.

WAP!

This glorious moment stretched in slowed time as Noah and THE Living Spirit continued locked onto each other, their gazes meeting across the burning air of Muspelheim with intensity that made the eternal flames seem cold, the attack Noah had thrown out nowhere to be seen as if it had simply ceased to exist.

And then, horrifically...

OOOOOH!

A furious and horrified roar echoed out from the surroundings of the citadel where the forces of THE Living Spirit had been positioned, a sound of absolute terror from something that had just realized death had arrived without warning or mercy!

Noah’s arrow had not been aimed at THE Living Spirit at all.

It had appeared an inch away from another spirit, one that used to stand at THE Fundamental Depth before The Fragment of THE Axiom of Mayhem had dragged it down, a monstrous entity whose form resembled a Cetus of ancient legend. Its body was massive and serpentine, scales of gray-white spirit essence covering a form that stretched for miles, with jaws that could have swallowed small realms and eyes that blazed with the fury of oceanic depths that had never known sunlight.

It roared as its Way of Spirit Water tried to make a stand against the arrow that had materialized before its existence, ancient Principles activating in desperate defense as Declarations attempted to form around its body like shields.

But an earlier Thesis had already cut off its access to The First Tongue.

And this arrow carried a Thesis that built upon that previous Thesis while holding a weight no Intermediate Depth entity could truly withstand!

The Cetus had been Fundamental, had stood at heights that would have made it nearly untouchable under normal circumstances, but currently it was dragged down to Intermediate by the Fragment’s power, and what occurred next was just utter devastation of a Way!

It seemed like a long time, but all of this was happening in a fraction of a femtosecond.

The arrow burning with Thesis pierced across the Cetus with the ease of a blade through mist, its blue-gold radiance carving through spirit essence and Way alike as if they were made of paper rather than the accumulated authority of eons. The great serpentine form shuddered once, twice, and then its Way shattered like glass struck by a hammer, fragments of Spirit Water scattering across Muspelheim in a display that would have been beautiful if it were not so terrible.

Its Civilization collapsed in the same instant, the connections it had built over countless years severing all at once as its existence ceased to be anything more than resources waiting to be harvested.

And then the arrow flew ever faster.

It did not stop with a single kill.

My arrow chains and severs upon all those that can barely access The First Tongue!

This terrifying Thesis allowed for an utterly horrendous and ruthless action to occur as the arrow warped through space to find its next target, an Intermediate Depth Spirit whose form resembled a writhing mass of ethereal tentacles, and it pierced through that existence with the same casual ease before chaining to the next target and the next and the next!

Eight THE Intermediate Depth Spirits.

Thirty-six THE Surface Depth Spirits.

The arrow moved through them like it was popping bubbles, multiple sounds echoing out across existence as a single projectile pierced dozens of Civilizations in sequence, leaving behind dim eyes and collapsing Ways as it carved a path of devastation through the forces of THE Living Spirit!

Pop.

Pop.

Pop!

POP!!!

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