Chapter 5097: Destruction and Rebirth! II

THE Infinite Light lashed downward with speed of glory!

Blue gold flames descended from gigaparsecs of burning sky, all that gathered brilliance condensing into singular intent that had only one destination. The light moved like a predator that had finally found prey worth consuming!

Grimvault raised his Axiom greatsword in defensive posture, THE Octogenary Echo blazing with authority that had shattered countless entities across eons of violence. But THE Infinite Light didn’t care about weapons. It didn’t care about classifications. It cared only about whether its target possessed the fire of painful emergence.

And Grimvault didn’t possess that fire.

The Pulse struck him.

"AAARRGH!"

The roar that emerged from beneath that wolf skull helm was unlike anything Noah had heard from the Calymmian entity.

This was the sound of someone experiencing something they’d never experienced before and finding it utterly unbearable!

Grimvault’s massive figure began to fluctuate.

His form, which had seemed so permanent in its armored immensity, started shifting through configurations that shouldn’t have been possible for a being at his classification. He appeared smaller for an instant, his armor hanging loose on a frame that had diminished. Then larger, proportions distorting as if his existence couldn’t remember what size it was supposed to be. Then smallest, a flickering glimpse of something that might have been youth if youth was a concept that applied to Primordial Architects.

He was undergoing changes from adulthood to infancy.

THE Infinite Light’s regression was taking hold, unraveling his causality backward through stages of development that his existence had traversed across eons. His Proterozoic Bones flickered with instability as the Pulse demanded they return to states before they’d been transformed. His four Proterozoic Organs pulsed erratically as the authority of THE Infinite Cause pressed them toward origins they’d long since surpassed.

But Grimvault was still a terrifying being at Calymmian.

His ninety-four percent Proterozoic Bone saturation provided resistance that lesser entities couldn’t have mustered. His four Proterozoic Organs generated force that pushed back against the regression even as it tried to claim him. And beneath all of that, his Civilization spoke words that weren’t words, sounds that predated sound, authority that fought against unbirth with everything it possessed.

His hand rose despite the fluctuations wracking his form.

Palm outward. Fingers spreading. The curling motion. The pulling. The rotation. The snap. The fist. The opening.

"Silurian Ember, First of Flames!"

His voice emerged fractured, shifting between deep and high as his existence flickered between states.

"I grasp the Thread! I burn the Thread!"

THE Silurian Light blazed outward from his spreading fingers, meeting THE Infinite Light in collision that warped reality itself around their intersection.

"What was shall be unwritten, what stood shall stand no more!"

Blue gold flames met magma-like brilliance in configurations that existence wasn’t designed to accommodate.

"THE SILURIAN LIGHT!"

BOOM!

The two Pulses clashed.

THE Infinite Light sought to regress. THE Silurian Light sought to erase. Both drew power from Causes that had birthed or would birth Observable Existences, and neither could claim absolute superiority over the other. The sky burned with colors that had no names as Pulse fought Pulse in displays that painted the destroyed battlefield in hues of glorious warfare.

But Grimvault knew he couldn’t sustain this.

His form still fluctuated despite THE Silurian Light’s counter. His existence still felt the pull of regression that THE Infinite Light demanded. He was buying time, not achieving victory. And time was running out as his Proterozoic reserves depleted faster than they could regenerate!

He made a decision.

His Axiom greatsword, THE Octogenary Echo, reversed in his grip. The blade that had been pointed outward turned inward, that light-drinking metal now aimed at his own armored chest. Without hesitation, without the careful consideration that beings at his classification usually employed, he drove the weapon into himself.

The Axiom pierced through blackened silver armor that had fused with his flesh.

It sank into his chest cavity. But he wasn’t trying to destroy himself. He was anchoring himself, using the multiplicative force of THE Octogenary Echo to replicate his current state eighty-one times in a single nanosecond, creating so many overlapping instances of his present existence that regression couldn’t find purchase!

Oh!

His form stabilized.

The fluctuations ceased. The shifting between sizes stopped. Grimvault stood anchored in his current state, Axiom buried in his own chest, THE Silurian Light still streaming from his other hand to counter THE Infinite Light that continued pressing against his existence.

But his eyes.

Those pale fires burning in his wolf skull helm’s empty sockets stared at Noah with fury and shock and something else.

Something that Calymmian entities weren’t supposed to feel when facing beings at THE First Scale.

Fear!

Because he knew now.

Whatever power Noah had utilized, which should somehow be a Pulse despite him having no right to possess one, could actually unravel him. Actually unravel him, regress his causality until his existence returned to states that preceded his current form, until his Civilization dissolved back into potential that had never been actualized.

Him!

A Calymmian Proterozoic Scale entity!

The realization pressed against his awareness with horror that made his Axiom-anchored form tremble despite its enforced stability!

Grimvault howled with rage that didn’t quite conceal the terror beneath it.

"This is not the last of it, you blue tinged Gamaidjan fucker!"

His voice boomed across the destroyed battlefield as he wrenched his Axiom from his own chest, blood the color of pale starlight leaking from the wound he’d inflicted upon himself.

"This is not done, Osmont!"

His free hand rose, fingers moving through gestures that had nothing to do with Pulses, words emerging in gibberish that wasn’t actually gibberish at all.

"IT IS NOT!"

BOOM!

Existence cracked.

The fabric of reality splintered before Grimvault’s speaking, fractures spreading outward from his position in configurations that resembled shattered glass. Through those cracks, something else became visible.

THE Interstices.

The corridors through existence that allowed travel beyond what normal motion could achieve!

Grimvault had torn one open right there on the battlefield, and he used it.

The Calymmian Tier Primordial Architect who had arrived with such confidence, who had issued commands expecting obedience, who had unleashed THE Silurian Light with certainty, threw himself through the crack in existence without looking back.

He ran!

The fractures sealed behind him, leaving no trace of the pathway he’d used to flee. THE Infinite Light chased after its target endlessly, and the sky in waves of blue gold brilliance gradually faded into the normal hues.

Silence fell across the destroyed battlefield as a Calymmian Proterozoic Scale entity had run away fearfully.

The multicolored rain resumed.

Heavy silence had hung across the destroyed battlefield in the moments following Grimvault’s retreat, existence itself seeming to hold its breath after witnessing what had just occurred. But THE Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity didn’t care about dramatic pauses. The rain that carried Noah’s and THE Creature’s authority returned with steady rhythm, droplets of multicolored brilliance pelting everyone present with persistence.

The raindrops vaporized when they landed on Noah and Ozymandias.

Magma-like light still burned around both bodies, flames of THE Silurian Light continuing their endless assault despite Grimvault’s departure. The Calymmian entity had fled, but his Pulse remained active, still scorching every cell and atom of Noah’s existence with fire derived from THE Silurian Cause. And with every passing nanosecond, blasts of blue and gold erupted outward from both forms, brilliant explosions of reformation that signified destruction and rebirth cascading through foundations that grew grander with each cycle.

Noah’s thoughts turned to Grimvault’s escape.

It was unfortunate, certainly. The loot of a Calymmian Tier Primordial Architect would have been extraordinary. Ninety-four percent Proterozoic Bone saturation. Four Proterozoic Organs. THE Octogenary Echo.

Missing out on such resources stung in the practical part of his mind.

But that entity had already given him the most profound loot he could.

This constant burning of a Pulse of The Scales, this endless cycle of destruction that THE Silurian Light provided, was worth more than Grimvault’s physical components. A Pulse that could eradicate Calymmian Tier entities was currently scorching him without pause. He was surviving it. He was using it to undergo evolution. Every nanosecond that passed brought him closer to complete Hadean transformation, and he had Grimvault to thank for providing the catalyst.

The escaping enemy had still served his purpose.

Noah closed his eyes to feel the cycles of destruction and rebirth flowing through his existence. Each wave of flame from THE Silurian Light annihilated everything he was. Each surge of Quintessence Infiniforce and Observable Force rebuilt what had been destroyed. The rhythm had become almost meditative now, destruction and reformation blending into continuous transformation that his awareness could observe without being overwhelmed by the agony it represented.

With every destruction, he felt Mana, he felt THE First Tongue break and reform into endless variations. He felt...Everything about him become grander!

He sensed Naldine still looking at him wordlessly.

Her singularity-dotted eyes hadn’t moved from his form since he’d survived THE Silurian Light and deployed THE Infinite Light in response. She stood there in the multicolored rain, droplets beading on her radiant white hair.

THE Primordial Paradox was the same.

His obsidian titanic form floated nearby, Sammarthiel still flickering in Schrodinger’s Tomb behind him. His gaze held profundity as he stared at Noah, ancient eyes processing implications that would take time to fully comprehend.

Off to the side, Alexander rose up.

His Enneagram pulsed with dangerous light, nine points blazing with authority that seemed more substantial than it had been before the battle began. Blood still stained his gloved hands from hours of work within Beowulf’s chest cavity. His face still bore streaks of crimson gold fluid that he hadn’t bothered to wipe away. But his expression held satisfaction.

When one looked at Beowulf, they understood why.

The massive Primordial Architect still hung suspended by nine spears, his body trembling and twitching in a daze. But something fundamental had changed. His network of Second Scale receptors and Nociceptors, that entire system Alexander had spent millions of subjective years studying through experiencing its torments, was gone.

Completely removed.

Transplanted into Alexander’s own body, integrated into foundations that would never forget what those receptors had been used for. The tortured had become the possessor of the instrument of torture. The victim had claimed the weapon that had been used against him!

Alexander looked toward Noah.

Noah nodded in acknowledgment, then waved his hands toward Beowulf’s suspended form. His will reached inward, touching THE Hadean Organ of Civilization that spun within his chest. A command was issued without verbal expression, authority directed toward the construct that made his impossible progression possible.

Another entrant into THE Hadean Desmoterion had appeared.

|Command Received: Imprisonment of external entity.|

|Target: Beowulf, THE Primordial Architect of Armed Existence.|

|Current State: Heavily injured. Rhyacian Tier Proterozoic Scale. Network of Existential Nociceptors removed. Cognitive function severely impaired. Civilizational Anchor destabilized through prolonged torture.|

|Processing.|

The massive body of Beowulf began to dissolve.

His form, which had seemed so immense and threatening when he first arrived at this battlefield, turned into streams of crimson gold light that flowed toward Noah’s position. The nine spears that had anchored him joined into one. His armor, his flesh, his Proterozoic Bones, all of it converted into luminous streams that crossed the distance between where he’d been suspended and where Noah stood burning with magma-like flames.

The streams entered Noah’s chest.

They flowed into THE Hadean Organ of Civilization, into THE Hadean Desmoterion contained within where he would be joining Ozymandias and THE Living Elemental and all others in that internal space.

|Imprisonment Complete.|

|Entity: Beowulf, THE Primordial Architect of Armed Existence.|

|Classification: Heavily injured Rhyacian Tier Proterozoic Lifeform.|

|Location: THE Hadean Desmoterion.|

|Status: Contained. Civilizational development will resume shortly.|

...!

Noah observed all of this as he breathed.

The cycles of destruction and rebirth continued without pause, THE Silurian Light still burning, blue gold brilliance still erupting with every nanosecond. But the battle was over now. The enemies were dealt with. Vahrkosis had been unraveled by Naldine’s Cambrian Word. Sammarthiel remained trapped in Schrodinger’s Tomb. Grimvault had fled through THE Interstices. Beowulf was imprisoned within his own existence.

Now he could simply focus on experiencing the cycles until their final culmination.

Both his bodies floated toward each other, the titanic form of Ozymandias and the smaller frame of his primary existence moving until they positioned back to back. They began to spin slowly, rotating in perfect synchrony as blasts of blue gold erupted around them in rhythm with the nanosecond cycles of destruction and rebirth.

All around them, seas of Observable Force gathered.

The connection to Eon continued flooding golden light into his existence at rates that made rivers seem like trickles. Quintessence Infiniforce generated endlessly within his foundations, providing resources that the transformation required. Infinity across Observable Existence responded to what was happening, his claims scattered throughout reality channeling support toward his evolution.

The multicolored rain fell.

The flames burned.

The cycles continued!

And across Observable Existence, a few beings who had witnessed what just occurred processed many implications.

It was the end of a shocking conflict that made one thing horribly clear.

Osmont, THE Infinity-bearer, had been attacked by a Calymmian Proterozoic Scale entity with a Pulse of The Scales. He’d been targeted for complete erasure by THE Silurian Light, the same authority that could unmake causality itself and erase beings until not even memory of them remained.

And he wasn’t affected.

He’d even proclaimed immunity!

This...held far too many conclusions to draw.

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