Chapter 5072: Calymmian I

He said heavy words while looking at what seemed to be powerful Proterozoic Scale Primordial Architects.

And he was actively eating the Proterozoic Bone of a living Primordial Architect as Beowulf’s screams became heavier behind him. The sounds shifted in pitch and intensity, showing that what Noah was doing to that crimson obsidian bone was registering through whatever remained of Beowulf’s awareness.

The bone still held connection to its former owner. Perhaps consuming it while the owner still lived created feedback that approached the agony Alexander was inflicting through those networks of Existential Nociceptors.

Either way, the screams became a harmony of suffering that Noah found himself appreciating.

At this time, Alexander looked over to Noah and then toward the three new arrivals. His gloved hands were drenched in crimson gold fluid that had accumulated across spans of torture that objective time could not properly measure. He wiped his brow with those blood-soaked gloves, leaving streaks across his forehead that he did not seem to notice or care about.

"Are we running? Or can you handle them?"

He was vengeful, but he still possessed his preservation instincts. The man who had endured millions of years of subjective torture to protect Noah was not foolish enough to die pointlessly when escape remained an option.

Noah looked at the three ahead as if measuring them.

He took another bite of the Proterozoic Bone, the sound of cracking material echoing across the destroyed battlefield with clarity that the newly arrived Primordial Architects could not have missed. Crimson gold fluid leaked down his chin as he chewed with deliberation that bordered on theatrical.

"Nah, I can handle them. You continue."

BOOM!

His eyes shone with a light of brutality and power as his existence affirmed his ongoing expression of tyranny. The words were not bravado. They were declaration of intent from someone who had decided that retreat was not among the options he would consider.

When he looked ahead, the foremost Primordial Architect was smiling.

That wolf skull helm somehow conveyed amusement despite possessing no features capable of expression. The pale fires burning in those empty eye sockets flickered with respect mixed with condescension, the look of an ancient predator observing a young one that had not yet learned its place in the hierarchy of violence.

"You are drunk on Infinity right now."

The deep voice boomed out with authority that pressed against everything within range.

"Many of us believe you to already be filled with THE Gamaidjan. You simply do not know it yet."

A pause as those pale fires studied Noah’s form.

"But regardless, you could make this into a broader conflict, or you could stop here. Primordial Architects are not loose lifeforms. Beowulf there, however he may have lost face for us today, is not alone."

The wolf-helmed figure gestured toward his two companions, toward the serpentine mass of coils and arms and the elegant figure with wings of swords.

"We could continue this and we could put to the test your power against ours. You are young and filled with Infinity, yes, but we are old and filled with many more things. Only three of us came because we are seeking to be diplomatic since Beowulf made the first move."

The pale fires in those empty sockets burned brighter.

"If this diplomacy fails..."

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Noah’s eyes became sharp as he grandly took another bite in front of them.

The cracking of Proterozoic material filled the silence that followed those words. His chewing was deliberate and loud, each motion of his jaw a response to the threat that had been implied. Crimson gold fluid continued leaking down his chin as he swallowed and his eyes became chilly with an assessment that held no fear.

These fuckers. They were Bounded just like him, yet they considered themselves so powerful?

They stood before him radiating authority that would have crushed most beings at THE First Scale. They spoke of diplomacy while implying devastation should diplomacy fail. They expected him to recognize the gap between them, to acknowledge that three Proterozoic Scale entities represented a threat he could not overcome.

But Noah had broadcast what he was doing specifically to draw in more conflict and adversity.

That was the purpose of those illusory screens spreading his actions across Observable Existence. He wanted enemies to know where he was. He wanted them to come. He wanted to push himself until he was either squashed down into nothing or he rose to become something unimaginable. There was no middle path for someone who had just been told his Designation marked him for limitations he refused to accept.

He knew himself.

He knew his current power. He had himself, and then his body of Ozymandias contained within THE Hadean Desmoterion. Ozymandias was at THE Second Scale with multiple Proterozoic Bones and a Proterozoic Organ. Noah himself, while technically at THE First Scale, was forming things nobody should be able to form at his classification.

He wanted to put himself to the test!

He knew it would be brutal and painful. The three beings before him could likely inflict suffering that exceeded what Beowulf had done to Alexander.

But pain was better than extinction.

And he loved existence far too much to opt for extinction.

So.

His eyes gazed upon the three Architects ahead as their details revealed themselves to his enhanced perception.

|Entity Analysis Commencing.|

|Entity 1: Vahrkosis, THE Primordial Dirge.|

|Classification: Primordial Architect - Proterozoic Scale.|

|Current Tier: Rhyacian.|

|Civilization: Entropic Chaos - Variant focusing on entropy and dissolution.|

|Physical Form: Serpentine mass with multiple humanoid arms. Approximately 47 arms detected, each wielding distinct piece of an Axiom.|

|Proterozoic Composition: 23 Proterozoic Bones detected across coil structure. 1 Proterozoic Organ detected in central mass, classification unknown.|

|Threat Assessment: Significant. Specializes in area denial and overwhelming opponents through multiplicity of attacks.|

|Entity 2: Sammarthiel, THE Paradox Bearer.|

|Classification: Primordial Architect - Proterozoic Scale.|

|Current Tier: Rhyacian.|

|Civilization: White Paradox - Variant focusing on contradictory states existing simultaneously.|

|Physical Form: Humanoid with six wings comprised of bladed weapons. Wields twin Axiom of flame and frost.|

|Proterozoic Composition: 31 Proterozoic Bones detected throughout skeletal structure. 2 Proterozoic Organs detected, one in each hand enabling contradictory elemental manipulation.|

|Threat Assessment: Significant.|

|Entity 3: Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence.|

|Classification: Primordial Architect - Proterozoic Scale.|

|Current Tier: Calymmian.|

|Civilization: Chaos Tongue - Variant focusing on words of power that reshape reality through utterance.|

|Physical Form: Armored knight with wolf skull helm. Blackened silver armor fused with flesh. Axiom Greatsword of light-drinking metal.|

|Proterozoic Composition: 94% of skeletal structure transformed into Proterozoic Bone. Only minor bones of extremities remain untransformed.|

|Proterozoic Organs Detected: 4.|

|Organ 1: Heart - THE Silencing Core. Negates sound-based and vibration-based attacks within range.|

|Organ 2: Lungs - THE Breath of Endings. Exhaled authority can dissolve First Scale entities entirely.|

|Organ 3: Eyes - THE Gaze of Cessation. Visual contact enables direct assault on target’s foundations.|

|Organ 4: Throat - THE Voice of Annihilation. Words spoken carry force sufficient to reshape local reality.|

|Threat Assessment: Extreme. You may lose a body to this one|

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