Chapter 4753: Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum III

This was his ideal plan.

Not to reverse time.

But to utilize THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap. The region within it in The Stoa of Dogmata that had been gloriously distorted by THE Fallout. A core domain of THE Vault of Ginnungapbefore it was corrupted!

They simply had to reach it.

But...

HUUM!

At this moment, like a burning sun, the scorching aura of THE Weavers raged behind them!

It pressed against reality with force that made the corrupted Wastes crack and splinter! The weight of three Absolutes in pursuit created pressure that would have collapsed anything below THE Fundamental Depth instantly!

Their voices echoed out.

Glorious.

Terrifying.

Three heavy, scratching voices speaking one after another in sequence that made the air itself recoil!

"Can the Claimer..."

"...of THE First Tongue..."

"...be such a coward?!"

The words overlapped and intertwined, each voice completing the thought of the one before!

"One of THE Four..."

"...running like a little bitch?..."

"...can your Way even survive such cowardice actions?!"

...!

Such terrifying words echoed out!

Behind them, the sound as if Existence was breaking boomed through the Wastes! Obsidian-gold glimmers of light began to bloom as it felt like THE Weavers were getting ever closer! The threads of fate they controlled were pulling them inexorably toward their quarry!

Lumivara remained embracing Noah as if nothing else mattered.

Her injured form pressed against his back with desperate determination. Whatever happened, she would not let go. Whatever came, she would face it with him.

And Ul’moreth seemingly did not even pay attention to that screeching set of voices.

The ancient Ginnu Lifeform looked toward Noah with veiled eyes that seemingly held immense belief in him!

He had seen Noah grow from a curious anomaly in Ginnungagap to something that made Absolutes pause.

He believed.

Noah couldn’t betray this belief!

"In three nanoseconds..."

One of THE Weavers’ voices cut through the chaos with terrible precision!

"...You will be captured in my inescapable net, Little Coward of The First Tongue!"

WAA!

THE Weavers had their voices echo out again!

And at this time... far ahead, the outside boundary of THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap appeared!

That massive crimson-gold cloudy barrier that extended for countless miles, shrouded by the ashen clouds and flames of THE Fallout! The entrance to a domain that predated The First Tongue’s differentiation!

Noah’s eyes shone sharply!

He went even faster!

Skoll’s neon flames blazed with intensity that exceeded anything he had displayed before! The transformed Duke pushed past limits that should have been absolute, driven by loyalty and the desperate need to protect his master and those his master cared about!

They surged toward the boundary!

And the moment they approached...

CRACK!

The terrifying figures of THE Weavers shattered space behind them to finally become visible!

Three decrepit forms wrapped in robes and hoods, their ancient faces twisted with fury, their golden eyes blazing with the light of fate itself being manipulated!

The two sides managed to observe each other briefly once more!

Noah stared into those multiple golden eyes!

He saw rage. He saw determination. He saw the absolute certainty of beings who had never once failed to catch their prey!

And then he disappeared into THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap!

BOOM!

Without fail, THE Weavers silently charged forward to follow!

Their obsidian-gold authority blazed around them as they crossed the boundary without hesitation! Whatever dangers this Corrupted Domain held, they would face them! Whatever price had to be paid, they would pay it!

The Claimer of THE First Tongue would not escape!

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Across the boundary.

An instant later, things played out as if in slow motion.

Noah, Lumivara, and Ul’moreth seated on Skoll appeared in the Stoa of Dogmata!

The endless colonnade of pillars stretched in all directions, each one carved from crystallized authority that predated differentiation itself. Inscriptions of ancient Dogmata glowed upon their surfaces.

And there, exactly where she always was...

THE Secretive Eon raised her head up in surprise from her seated position!

Her dark eyes widened slightly as she observed the neon-blazing form of Skoll carrying three passengers thundering through her domain at speeds that should not have been possible!

Noah locked his gaze onto hers calmly.

And he nodded.

Just a simple, nonchalant gesture. As if he was casually saying hi while passing through on his way to somewhere else entirely.

Then he disappeared with the speed of an Absolute toward the depths of the Stoa of Dogmata where another body of his waited!

Moments after Noah passed through...

BOOM!

The aura of genuine Absolutes spilled out as space tore apart!

THE Weavers appeared!

Their wild authority erupted in all directions, pressing against the ancient pillars of the Stoa with force that made even this primordial domain groan! They were about to continue their chase when...

BOOM!

Their decrepit gazes suddenly became shocked and stern!

They stopped immediately!

They formed a protective circle where they stood, obsidian-gold auras blazing around them as they turned to look at... THE Secretive Eon!

Their gazes were extremely heavy!

As if they had come across something utterly perilous!

As if they wondered whether they had been led into a trap!

Three Absolutes who had been pursuing with absolute confidence now stood frozen, their attention fixed entirely on the small, delicate figure seated calmly upon the obsidian ground!

But...

In the heavy silence that followed, they shockingly observed THE Secretive Eon look toward them with interest.

Then she thoughtfully looked at the distance where Noah and his forces had disappeared to.

She never made a move.

She simply sat there with her legs crossed, her chin resting on her hand, watching events unfold with the patient curiosity of someone observing something mildly entertaining.

THE Weavers seemed to look at each other in sequence.

As if they were affirming something.

As if they were communicating through threads of fate that connected them.

They observed the nonchalant gaze of THE Secretive Eon who was looking at them as if they were absolutely nothing.

Such a gaze of contempt made them extremely stifled!

But they didn’t complain.

They couldn’t complain.

Not to her.

At this moment, one of THE Weavers pulled a golden string from the air and broke it. The snap echoed through the Stoa with finality that spoke of fate being read and accepted.

"We... are not her targets."

...!

After such words, THE Weavers glanced at THE Secretive Eon with care.

Then slowly... they began to surge toward the same direction Noah had disappeared!

Their prey awaited!

And whatever that Corrupted Region held, it could not be worse than remaining in the presence of THE Secretive Eon while she stared at them like insects beneath her notice!

All that was left behind was Eon herself.

She remained where she was as if she was merely an observer and not a participant in all this!

"Interesting... very interesting."

Her voice emerged measured and unhurried, each word placed with precision.

"Where did THE Scale Breaker get such a speedy dog? And to have them chasing him..."

She smiled.

At this moment, Eon was seeing Skoll for the first time in actual Existence rather than simulation.

And this glorious moment here...

Noah’s entry.

THE Weavers’ entry.

The brief few seconds wasted by THE Weavers as they sensed the terrifying aura of Eon who at this time wasn’t hiding it.

They had stopped.

They had almost thought they were led into a trap.

All of this brought precious seconds for Noah!

He crossed the Stoa of Dogmata at impossible speed, racing toward the point where his other body stood before a massive swirling obsidian cluster of event horizons!

That body turned into a streak of light and fused into him!

He patted Skoll’s fur one final time.

The neon flaming brilliance blazed around them all!

And they delved into a Corrupted Region of THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungapap.

A region that even THE Secretive Eon did not wish to enter!

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