Chapter 4797: THE Youngest Moves First II

THE Living Emotive said such terrifying words.

THE Living Elemental looked at her with icy and flaming eyes simultaneously.

But he did not respond.

Because what could he say?

This entire time, the calm figure of THE Primordial Chaos looked between the two of them as if he was watching children bickering.

"THE Youngest killed that tiny Absolute..."

His voice came measured and thoughtful.

"Before they grasped Absolute themselves."

He paused.

"But when it comes to whether he has the capability to collapse any Absolutes similar to the little Weavers..."

His shifting features settled into something resembling certainty.

"He is not there yet."

...!

These words were heavy!

THE Living Emotive instantly turned toward THE Primordial Chaos.

Her body slid up behind him, arms wrapping around his massive form in an embrace that should have been impossible given their size difference. She whispered in his ear with the intimacy of a conspirator sharing secrets.

"Big guy, what did you find out? Can you share with us?"

Her voice dripped with curiosity and hunger for information.

THE Primordial Chaos was unbothered by the actions of THE Living Emotive.

He simply waved his hands.

And in the next moment, a massive illusory screen appeared above them.

It played out events that had occurred in a distant Palaestra within THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.

It showed THE Weavers and Osmont.

It showed Osmont... presenting them with a beating Heart!

The scene played out in perfect clarity. THE Weavers grasping for the Grimoire and Heart. Their euphoria. Their screams. Their collapse.

THE Primordial Chaos’s expression billowed with endless obsidian Weavings of Chaos as he spoke.

"If you do not want to face an early collapse from the hands of THE Youngest... just leave his Heart alone for now."

His voice held warning.

"He was able to grasp The First Tongue for a reason."

His shifting features darkened.

"THE Weavers did not have that reason. And they tried to do the same."

Contempt entered his tone.

"They read countless fates. And yet they were foolish enough not to know what would happen?"

He shook his head.

"It is a waste for any Absolute to fall, but..."

A glorious and grand expression flashed across the eyes of THE Primordial Chaos!

"Chaos is rising now and gaining an edge. While this entire time, Paradox and Existence have been seeking supremacy."

His smile became something vast and terrible.

"With the collapse of the first Absolute... hmmm."

He hummed to himself with satisfaction that made the air around them vibrate with disorder.

Emotive and Elemental could not take their eyes away from the events playing out on the illusory screen!

---

At this same time, and even actually in the same place.

In a different region of Alfheimr.

A serene area of radiant waterfalls cascaded from floating islands that hung gloriously in the air. The islands themselves were composed of crystallized Mana so pure that they glowed with soft inner light.

Waterfalls caught the aurora light of Alfheimr’s ever-shifting sky, refracting into countless colors that painted the mist with rainbows that never faded.

On one waterfall, the figure of THE Living Origin sat.

She played with the water as if she was playing with something from home.

And it was home to her.

She and THE First Hunger had just arrived in Alfheimr!

The journey through The Wastes of THE Fallout had been harrowing, but Origin knew paths through the chaos that others did not. She had walked these routes long before THE Fallout had transformed them into nightmares.

Tor stood behind her and watched her back calmly.

His crimson-obsidian eyes observed her as she played with the water and enjoyed being back home after so long. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in the way he positioned himself that was a bit...protective!

THE Living Origin raised her gaze at this moment.

She turned to look at Tor, her hair and eyes shining with gorgeous white-gold radiance. The Origin within her seemed to resonate with Alfheimr itself, as if this realm recognized one of its oldest daughters.

She began speaking to him with a somewhat difficult expression.

"I can’t..."

Before she could say the rest of her words, she looked up in shock!

Tor looked up alongside her!

They saw the pillar of obsidian-gold light tearing across the skies of Alfheimr!

Origin was astonished.

Tor was confused.

He tilted his head and said with genuine uncertainty in his voice.

"What is that?"

Origin had a grave expression as she replied.

"That is the sign of collapse of an Absolute."

Her voice carried weight that made the water around her grow still.

"I wonder which one of those monsters has made the move..."

...!

Monsters.

She was thinking along the lines of either THE Living Paradox or THE Primordial Chaos, or even potentially THE Creature!

She was not an Absolute, so she was not able to fully read that sign. But she had seen a sight like that before. Long ago. In ages that most had forgotten!

She could recognize it.

She wondered.

Just which monstrous thing collapsed an Absolute?

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Far from Alfheimr.

In a completely different Primordial Realm with its own musings of Existence.

Within... Jotunheim!

The realm stretched out in wonders of brutal grandeur. Mountains of black ice rose toward skies that crackled with perpetual lightning. Glaciers the size of continents groaned as they shifted across landscapes carved by violence that predated memory.

And across these frozen wastelands, the glorious Chaos Giants of Existence moved!

Beings of impossible scale, their forms composed of elemental fury given flesh. Some stood hundreds of meters tall, their footsteps causing earthquakes that reshaped the terrain. Others were smaller, merely the size of mountains, but no less fearsome.

Their skin was the color of storms and obsidian. Their eyes burned with the light of dying folds. They were chaos incarnate, descendants of forces that had existed since before differentiation.

Most of them were Pre-THE entities, powerful but not having crossed the threshold into true Depth classification.

But there were also a few hundred entities who had formed their Depth here.

Sitting at THE Surface and Intermediate Depths and Fundamental Depths!

They were the elite of Jotunheim’s Chaos Giants!

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