Chapter 4758: Glossarians! III

Alexandros put his spear down.

His golden eyes, still void-like with dying stars, regarded THE Weavers with cold assessment. The Chaos surrounding him did not dissipate, but it calmed into something more controlled.

"The Paradoxians. Followers of Paradox."

His voice was measured now, professional rather than wrathful.

"Their philosophy holds that truth is found in contradiction. The highest understanding comes from holding two opposing ideas simultaneously and finding meaning in their tension. They seek truth through the embrace of impossibility."

He gestured toward the archway that shone with light both white and black simultaneously.

"Their gathering place is the Antinomia. Their debates are famous for producing insights that seem to make no sense yet reveal profound truths. Their members are known for being unpredictable, for seeing connections that others miss, for finding victory in apparent defeat."

His eyes narrowed.

"It is a fitting choice for ones such as yourselves."

THE Weavers smiled wider at those words.

Then they moved.

Their steps were eerie, synchronized perfectly as if three bodies shared a single will. They walked toward the Paradoxian gate in unison, their decrepit forms casting long shadows across the beach.

They passed through.

HUUM!

The transformation was immediate and disturbing!

Their togas materialized in patterns of obsidian-gold and white. Half of each garment was dark, half was light, and somehow both halves occupied the same space without contradiction.

But their faces...

Their decrepit features morphed!

The papyrus-thin skin filled out. The deep wrinkles smoothed. The gaunt angles softened into curves that spoke of vitality rather than decay.

They became vibrant!

Bronze caramel skin filled with ecstatic beauty replaced what had been ancient horror. High cheekbones. Full lips. Features that were simultaneously young and ancient, beautiful and terrible, inviting and repulsive.

Three stunning figures now stood where three decrepit crones had been.

But their eyes remained the same.

Golden light swirling with the authority of fate itself.

And their smiles remained the same.

Eerie. Cold. Hungry.

Zero appeared upon each of their togas.

Zero Merit.

But that would change quickly!

Alexandros looked at this transformation calmly before turning to his followers.

"Ophelia."

The serpentine Lochagos straightened at her name.

"Lead the Glossarians to The Lexicon."

She inclined her head in acknowledgment.

"And Geometros."

The abstract, geometric Lochagos shifted into a configuration that suggested attention.

"Lead the Paradoxians to the Antinomia."

He nodded in his strange, angular way.

The two Lochagoi moved to fulfill their duties as Alexandros remained at the Shores of Kleos with Leonikos, prepared to greet whatever other entrants THE Fallout might deliver.

But before the groups separated...

THE Weavers turned to look at Noah with their vibrant, beautiful, terrifying faces.

Their smiles widened.

"Yes, we must not waste any time."

Their voices came in sequence, each word from a different throat.

"There are challenges..."

"...to be made in the Arena..."

"...and debates to be had, after all."

Their golden eyes blazed with promise.

"We will see you again soon enough, Osmont."

HUUM!

With such words, THE Weavers didn’t even wait for Geometros!

They began to walk ahead on the vibrant path leading toward the Antinomia, their synchronized steps carrying them forward with purpose that spoke of plans already forming.

They knew exactly what they needed to do.

They would gain merit. They would ascend through the ranks. And then...

Noah’s eyes shone with veiled brilliance and grandeur as he watched them go.

Let them come.

By the time they were ready to challenge him, he would be ready to fuck them up.

Ophelia arrived beside Noah’s group, her serpentine form coiling gracefully as she moved. Her toga transformed to become similar to theirs, the blue-gold radiance of the Glossarians now marking her as one of their guides rather than a neutral observer.

She sighed.

"Just how did you all enrage an Absolute outside of this place?"

Her voice carried genuine curiosity mixed with concern.

"It will be extremely hard. Any Absolute has an undeniable weight that will allow them to gain Merit rapidly. Even suppressed to Surface Depth, their understanding of Existence, their refined depth, their eons of accumulated wisdom... all of that translates into advantages in debates and contributions."

She began to lead them forward, away from the Shores of Kleos.

"You will have to work hard. And I will root for you as fellow Glossarians."

Her serpentine lower half propelled her smoothly across the golden road.

"But do not worry. You have a grace period as new Hoplites."

She glanced back at them with eyes that held ancient beauty.

"Your lives are not in peril just yet. Unless you seek it yourself, no challenge for the Arena or debates can be forced on you guys just yet. The domain protects newcomers until they have had time to orient themselves and begin their journey."

She paused.

"Use that time wisely. Learn the rules. Understand the paths to gaining Merit. And build your foundations before that grace period expires."

Her gaze grew serious.

"Because when it does... those Absolutes will come for you. And they will not show mercy."

She said such illuminating words as she led them away from The Shores of Kleos and deeper into THE Agora of Primordial Judgment!

The golden road stretched before them, winding toward structures that slowly became visible through the haze of light. Towers and temples and amphitheaters built from concepts rather than stone. A civilization of scholars who had dedicated their existence to understanding the very foundations of reality.

And at its heart, awaiting Noah and his companions...

The Lexicon.

The gathering place of those who believed that language was everything!

They rapidly went across while observing everything as soon after...

"This... is The Lower City, Kato Polis."

Ophelia’s serpentine form coiled gracefully as she gestured toward the sprawling expanse before them.

"Most Hoplites of all paths have their dwellings here. But Kato Polis is divided into different sections for Glossarians, Paradoxians, Existentialists, and Chaosites."

Her scales shimmered with blue-gold light as she led them forward.

"We are currently in the Glossarian sector. You will not get to interact with the other paths unless you go much further in, where all paths converge for debates and battles in the central districts."

She smiled with ancient beauty.

"For now, this is your home. Learn its streets. Know its people. Understand its rhythms."

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