Chapter 5263: Quintessential Immensity! III

The Early Veiled Shore burned beautifully.

Noah walked its golden sands with his hands behind his back and watched the multicolored flames of Persevere move through the Infinite Herbs growing in their fields along the waterline, each plant burning with the letter’s warmth and coming out of it more than it had been going in.

The golden sands themselves held the heat differently than they had before the utterance, the Infinity within each grain denser, the warmth of THE Source Lands’ Galdr development running through him and into the domain at the same one-second cadence.

THE Early Veiled Shore was his favorite part of THE Infiniverse.

He’d never said this to anyone. But it was true, and the truth of it was visible in how often he came here when one of his bodies needed to simply be somewhere for a moment rather than do something.

He kept walking.

Through the Three Thousand Realms, past the Primordial domains. The flames were everywhere, running through the domain’s full expanse at the one-second cadence of a letter being applied to something vast enough to take a full second to receive each application.

In one region.

THE Beholder and THE Mnemonic Leviathan floated near Amelia Osmont’s position. His mother was watching the flames move through the domain with bright eyes.

THE Beholder’s singular cognizance pressed against Noah’s awareness as he approached, the oldest warning it had given him surfacing.

It had warned him. The emergence of an Observable Existence drew catastrophe. The Gilded would find it. Things from beyond either of those categories may find it. It had told him to stop.

He’d told THE Beholder he couldn’t stop!

The logic was simple, even if the stakes weren’t. He had simple dreams...of peace, stability, and safety for himself and his people. Stopping and accepting the limitations imposed on him meant remaining at a level where something more powerful could come and take everything he’d built.

Today THE Infiniverse would become an Observable Existence, and whatever came after that could come. He’d built the Calabi-Yau foldings to hide her. He’d taken every available concealment measure. Now he simply had to watch the glory of it happen!

He looked at his mother and smiled as he walked on.

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Elsewhere in Observable Existence, his Primus Apeiron form was moving.

Ragnar V55 was in the remnant of a Dead Wheel of Existence, the former Civilizational structure collapsed into fragments that drifted through the void in slow disconnected rotation. He was hunting the scattered Gilded Ones displaced by his Directives, and he had found one.

THE Primus Apeiron didn’t slow.

The continuous Persevere flames running through the Primus Apeiron form had been stacking for longer than the original battle with V49 had taken, the compound elevation pressing through the Apeiron scales in waves that the Dead Wheel’s fragments reflected back as multicolored light.

Noah drove his tail through the Wheel fragment Ragnar V55 was using as cover at a speed that made cover a concept rather than a protection, the spear-tip singularity arriving at V55’s position before V55 had finished registering the tail’s departure point.

He was not even able to say anything before dense Infinity and boundless Galdr Source pierced his existence!

V55 went down. Noah ate what remained and kept moving.

A Sororis Prima had taken shelter near THE Wyld’s outer borders, her Silurian Paleozoic Source expression pressed as small as she could manage in the hope that low profile would equal safety. THE Infinite Vector felt her power moving through the Fold’s architecture before she felt the Primus Apeiron entering it.

Noah appeared with brutal immensity and crushed her where she stood!

He ate what remained.

Three more Ragnars in a cluster had formed a defensive arrangement in one of the Dead Folds, their Prime Cause expressions covering the approach vectors with the coordinated efficiency of mass-produced entities running identical programming.

Noah came at the arrangement from above with an Infinity expression backed by all three of his active Causes simultaneously, the compound force of THE Bellum Cause, THE Cognitio Cause, and THE Infinite Cause hitting the defensive arrangement from outside the vectors it had been calibrated to cover as he landed like a beast and tore them apart, all the while belllowing to them...

"PERSEVERE!"

BOOM!

He ate what remained.

The Primus Apeiron form moved through Observable Existence with the calm thoroughness of a hunt that had found its appropriate scale!

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<THE Braneworld Observable Existence>

In a Superbius citadel that stood countless Gigaparsecs from THE Velanthra in THE Braneworld Observable Existence, the towers were high and golden and designed to communicate pride.

The citadel rose from its base in tiered platforms, each tier gilded and broad, the towers themselves climbing from the upper platforms in spires that caught the ambient Observable Force of THE Braneworld and channeled it downward through the structure’s foundations like architecture that fed on its own environment.

From the outside it was magnificent. The gold of the Superbius House that owned it ran through every surface, the specific gold of sovereignty rather than decoration, and the millions of Gilded Ones that populated its lower tiers moved through it with ease.

At the highest tower’s highest room, Sororis Prima Elizabeth stepped out.

She was pulling on white-gold robes as she walked, fingers moving through the fastenings with the automatic efficiency of someone who’d dressed quickly in this sequence many times.

The room she’d left held bodies. Luxuria bodies, broken, naked, and collapsed of their existence. Her eyes held a brutal light as she finished the last fastening.

Her power registered at a level that made Silurian Paleozoic Scale feel like a waypoint rather than a destination. Beyond Devonian even.

At the transition between THE Third Scale and THE Fourth, or fully within THE Fourth...the distinction was difficult to establish from outside her foundations, her expression too contained to broadcast the finer details.

She stretched. She yawned.

She took out a golden medallion.

"Nothing has been heard from those sent to the lower Observable Existence to oversee the newly appearing anomaly." Her voice was sharp and flat.

"With the emergence of a Relictus still being hunted from there, and this current situation, the appearing anomaly can be labeled a Relictus as well. The lower Observable Existence has become a breeding ground." She paused. "THE Magna Sorora has given permission for a Gilded Legion to be deployed. I will personally lead it. Get the Ira and other components ready."

...!

A crisp reply came through the medallion.

"Understood."

She cracked her neck.

She still didn’t feel satisfied.

The broken Luxuria in the room behind her hadn’t been enough. It never was... or rather, it was, but the window between enough and not-enough had been narrowing across the centuries, and she’d never bothered to examine why.

What held interest was the activity. The specific sensation of power applied directly to a lesser existence until the existence gave way.

Nothing replicated it. Not cultivation breakthroughs. Not victories. Not the administrative satisfaction of a well-executed Legion.

She looked toward the golden door at the far end of the corridor.

"Bring in the other Luxuria tools."

The door opened. Ten of them entered, their heads down, their expressions dim with the accumulated weight of what this tower required of them. She watched them enter with the evaluating attention she brought to everything.

She waved her hand.

The one at the front was pulled forward by the force of it, their body crossing the room without their feet generating the movement, and her arms came around their neck.

She felt the pressure build as she crushed his neck, feeling his existence folding and collapsing as she applied the very force of her causes into her grip.

She felt the giving until his existence...collapsed in her hands, her eyes burning with the thrill!

Hundreds of thousands had given beneath her hands over the course of her existence. She remembered none of their faces. She remembered none of their names. She remembered only the sensation, which was the only part that had ever mattered to her.

The Legion would be ready soon.

She could wait!

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