Chapter 4861: THE Prima Indiferrentia I

His words were measured and precise and utterly without heat or emotion, filled with an undeniable Immensity that pressed against the four guardians with weight!

This wasn’t a request or even a command, but simply a statement of fact regarding what would happen next.

The four entities before them had their gazes flicker and change, calculation giving way to resentment before settling into acceptance and finally resignation.

They moved aside an instant later.

Noah watched this exchange with eyes that took in every subtle shift in expression and posture.

He remembered how Glossikos and the other Strategoi felt about THE Four in the future. They’d visibly shown their distaste, and Glossikos had said that THE Four did whatever they wanted and then left the rest of them, the rest of Existence, to pick up the pieces.

One example was THE Creature and his Belly of Existence, where he’d literally imprisoned every single THE classification entity from THE Infinite Unfurling.

Another example was THE Living Paradox and THE Loom and THE Fallout.

An apocalypse that had reshaped Observable Existence and destroyed realms beyond counting, all in pursuit of whatever goals THE Living Paradox had deemed important enough to justify such devastation.

It seemed like there were other examples throughout Existence where those who had made the Claims continued to do whatever they wished, and others who were knowledgeable truly didn’t like this arrangement.

And now, with the information that he had, Noah could also add another action of THE Four that was done, and now all of Observable Existence was being forced to deal with the consequences.

THE Primordial Paradox had just stated that THE Entity might have its origins in this place, so Erwin, THE Living Paradox, should have entered at some point and emerged with something relating to THE Entity. A methodology or a weapon or something that he’d used to consume his own master.

And now, in the future, all of Observable Existence was about to pay for it.

THE Four sucked!

Of course, himself not included.

Although he might be biased in thinking this.

Noah smiled as he wondered about his own actions and how all of Observable Existence was or would be affected due to them. His most recent significant action was expanding The First Tongue across Observable Existence and setting Existential Tariffs for those utilizing The First Tongue as they drew upon its authority.

Which reminded him that in the future, he needed to increase the percentages of the tariffs since his power had grown much more compared to before. The rates he’d set were appropriate for his previous level of authority, but now they could be adjusted upward to better reflect his current standing.

As he thought about all of this, he smiled and nodded to the figures of the four guardians protecting the Crack of Observable Existence before he and THE Primordial Paradox passed into it.

And this time, the sensation was truly grand.

Noah felt like he was passing through The Interstices, as if he was traversing spaces between spaces or going from literally one definition to another definition entirely. As if the Existence he was just in was defined one way, and the Existence he was entering on the other side was defined in an entirely different manner.

Or perhaps not defined at all.

And...

"Oh boy..."

He couldn’t help but utter out as he felt his entire existence buzz with sensations that defied easy description.

It was as if invisible pores opened up across every aspect of his being while extremely pure concentrations of Civilizational Authority crashed in all around him with such terrifying force that any Fundamental Depth entity may have been crushed into paste.

The pressure was immense and overwhelming, the weight of potential itself pressing against his foundations with hunger that wanted to remake him.

But he had his already established an Apophasis.

He was not limited by the weight that crashed against him, and his existence was not incapable of bearing that which sought to overwhelm it, and he was not collapsible under the Immensity of what he was experiencing.

The negations held, and he barely felt a glimmer of pressure. Instead, he felt a steady flow of Immensity that was transformed into infinite potential, which flowed into his grandiose foundations like water into an ocean that had been waiting to receive it.

|Environmental Analysis - Critical Location Detected|

|You are arriving in a place filled with Civilizational Authority that is not clearly defined under differentiation or undifferentiation|

|It is paradoxical and chaotic and existential and differential in nature simultaneously|

|The authority here provides a steady influx of proto-matter as infinite potential just by being within this space|

|Your foundations are experiencing passive enhancement simply through exposure|

|More significantly: The doorway stopping your advancement past Perfect Speaker of The First Tongue is loosening|

|It is beginning to take in an influx of undefined differentiation of all four aspects of the oldest paradox|

|The First Tongue, Chaos, Paradox, and Existence are flooding into your linguistic foundations without distinction|

|You have crossed a Crack of Observable Existence|

|You have arrived in THE Prima Indifferentia|

|My analytical capabilities are somewhat compromised in this environment|

|The concepts I use to process information are differentiated concepts|

|The proto-matter is actively attempting to undifferentiate them|

...!

The information came in waves as Noah found himself settling into a chaotic and glorious environment.

THE Prima Indifferentia.

The first sensation was one of overwhelming potential, not overwhelming in the way that danger was overwhelming or in the way that power was overwhelming, but overwhelming in the way that possibility was overwhelming. The sense that anything could happen here because nothing had yet committed to happening pressed against him from every direction!

The space appeared as an endless expanse of churning proto-matter that held every color and no color simultaneously.

Noah’s eyes tried to process what they were seeing and found themselves unable to settle on any single interpretation as the expanse before him shifted between crimson and gold and azure and black, being all of these things and none of these things.

Shapes formed and dissolved before they could be recognized, with a mountain beginning to rise in the distance as its peaks stretched toward a sky that didn’t exist, only for it to simply stop being a mountain and become something else entirely. A wave, perhaps, or a forest, or a concept that had no visual representation but his mind tried to show him anyway.

Sounds existed as possibilities rather than actualities, and he could hear music that wasn’t playing alongside voices speaking words that hadn’t been invented and the roar of storms that might occur if the proto-matter decided to become storms. Every potential sound layered over every other potential sound, creating a symphony of almost-noise that filled his perception without ever truly resolving into anything specific.

The ground beneath his feet was a concept that hadn’t fully committed to being ground, sometimes supporting his weight with solidity that allowed him to stand, and then without warning wavering as it decided it might prefer to be sky instead.

Noah found himself suspended in orientations that shifted based on which fundamental forces happened to be dominant at that particular moment, standing and floating and falling upward and being none of these things all at once.

The sky was similarly uncommitted, positioned above and below and possibly inside his own existence looking out rather than being looked at.

Everything felt colorful and yet not, and due to the immense influx of Civilizational Authority all around, storms of surging mist and authorities churned nearby with visual noise so dense and overwhelming that even Noah couldn’t perceive more than a few meters in any direction.

Beyond that threshold, the proto-matter became too thick to see through and too undefined to process!

This was the place where THE First Cause bloomed!

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