Chapter 4795: History! II

The words of Ruination in the form of prompts only arrived as a blinding pillar of obsidian-gold light shot forth from the vacuum!

It smashed into Noah with force that would have obliterated anything less than what he had become!

But since he was an Absolute Immovable Object, he was not moved back.

He took the impact with a changing expression.

An unbelievably dense concentration of Civilizational Authority flowed toward him.

It was... Absolute Civilizational Authority! The accumulated power of an entity that had existed since before THE Fallout, compressed and channeled directly into his existence.

But it was so unfathomably heavy and painful that he almost felt like he would unravel!

His foundations, already damaged from offering his Claim, groaned under the additional weight before they ate everything and began to recover in an unfathomable way, basked and seeking to integrate what wss coming in.

His Seals of Absolute Tongue blazed with desperate intensity as they tried to process the incoming Depth!

His very Way trembled as authority that belonged to Paradox attempted to merge with authority that belonged to The First Tongue!

But...

|Your Formless Depth withstands against the Immensity of THE Absolute Depth of Absolute Sovereignty flowing into your Existence.|

|You are the entity who caused the causal collapse of an Absolute.|

|By the weavings of Existence, you inherit...most of what they held.|

|By the nature of your Formless classification, you can bear what others could not.|

|Integration proceeding.|

|Integration painful.|

|Due to the collapse of an Absolute, something unique has began to permeate across Observable Existence.|

|THE SILENCE|

|For a brief moment, everything stops.|

|All conflict pauses.|

|All noise ceases.|

|Existence itself seems to mourn, or celebrate.|

|The passing of an Absolute is acknowledged by all aspects of reality.|

...!

Noah felt his Immensity burning and surging up!

But more than this, Existence seemed to truly be mourning.

When he looked around, he felt threads of Paradox mourning.

They wept in ways that transcended normal emotion. The obsidian-gold Weavings that permeated Observable Existence trembled with loss. One of their own had fallen. One who had served THE Living Paradox since before THE Fallout. One who had cut and woven countless destinies.

Gone.

He felt threads of Chaos mourning and buzzing with excitement simultaneously.

The contradiction was pure Chaos. Sorrow and joy coexisting. Loss and gain indistinguishable. Khaotikos’s domain recognized both the tragedy and the opportunity in equal measure.

And surrounding Weavings of Existence and The First Tongue... mourning!

Even his own Claim grieved for what had been lost!

Why?

Why would they be mourning the death of an Absolute?!

THE Weavers had been an enemy! They had hunted him! They had threatened his people! They had targeted his dog!

And yet reality itself wept for their passing!

Noah’s gaze was one of immense glory and Tyranny as if he wanted to rebuke the very aspects of the Oldest Paradox of Existence!

How dare they mourn his enemy?

How dare Existence grieve for those who sought to destroy him?

But he stood there, beginning to accept the rewards and, apparently, the consequences of killing an Absolute.

What he was receiving now seemed to only be the tip of the iceberg.

Since prior to this, he had seen the prompts that detailed the bodies of THE Weavers and everything they held. Which apparently included an Axiom that was almost complete among other things.

All his to claim.

So he stood in what used to be an Arena.

And yet, right now, it was an immense vacuum caused by the collapse of an Absolute. The void continued to collapse in on itself while pillars of incandescent waves of Paradox radiated all around.

The seats that had held thousands of observers were shattered or displaced. The Four Pillars that had stood at compass points around The Circle of Reckoning were cracked and leaning. The Reckoning Stone itself had fractured into countless pieces that floated in the altered gravity around the vacuum.

Around the destroyed Palaestra, four Absolutes gazed toward him with grave eyes.

Eyes as if they were all looking at... an enemy!

As if none of them had truly believed the collapse of an Absolute here was possible.

Glossikos floated near her empty throne, her eyes completely still. Whatever she had found in THE Mouseion of Fated Artifacts remained unknown, as she had returned the moment she sensed what was happening. Her obsidian-blue eyes held something between awe and immensity.

Paradoxos stood on the edge of the destruction, both faces twisted with identical fury. Their four eyes burned with hatred that transcended their normal contradictions. One of THEIR Absolutes had been killed. One who followed THEIR philosophy. And the one who had done it stood before them, covered in blood but very much alive.

Khaotikos’s laughter had stopped.

But one could see his eyes trembling with veiled excitement and wonder.

"The first Absolute to fall was from Paradox."

His voice echoed out across the ruined Arena.

"And the first one to kill an Absolute was not any of the oldest Four..."

His grin returned, but it held edges that cut.

"But the youngest and weakest of THE Four!"

He laughed, but it was not the carefree chaos of before.

"Haha... haha!"

His menacing words echoed out as something far too immense had occurred here.

At this time, Paradoxos stood up grandly.

Their visage emanated waves of menace as they looked toward Noah! The contradiction of their dual nature seemed to have resolved into a singular purpose. Hatred. Pure and undiluted.

Glossikos had her chest rising up and down as if she was on the cusp of making a truly grand decision.

Her eyes flickered between Noah and the vacuum where THE Weavers had been. Between the one who had given her hope for reclaiming what she never had, and the evidence of what that one was capable of doing to Absolutes.

And Ontikos... well, he was particularly unique.

The multicolored glow and flames of Existence around him took on an even heavier intensity. The glow focused on his eyes. They became glazed over as if... as if another was looking through them.

And through that gaze alone, it seemed like a Depth that was more than ten times as grand, if not unfathomably more, was looking at Noah.

Observing THE Genesis Monarch standing amidst the ruins of an Arena, covered in his own blood, surrounded by the hemorrhaging Depth of a dead Absolute.

The death of an Absolute was already an impossibility.

The one who collapsed that Absolute was even more of an impossibility.

It was a single action.

But its effects only just began!

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