Chapter 5292: I Am Curious! II

He was still thinking when Ruination manifested.

She appeared in the space between them with the glorious illusory presence she had been developing since her self-definition, countless lines of Infinity churning through her manifestation in continuous motion.

|Master. I have spent the intervening period conducting infinite study of THE Sovereign Reckoning. Utilizing Osmontian Absolute Infinity as the medium, I mapped the blade’s architecture across every structural layer available to my Existential Presence capability. The Source Lifeform construction methodology. The foundational Primordial Tongue letter inscribed within it. The Exelissomai Source Fragment’s integration into the sheath’s judgment mechanism.|

|I have integrated this understanding fully into the Osmontian Absolute Infinity. The sheath’s judgment mechanism reads the Primordial Tongue resonance within the being attempting the draw. Your Osmontian Absolute Infinity now carries the precise resonance the sheath was calibrated to recognize. You can draw THE Sovereign Reckoning without resistance. The Exelissomai Source Fragment will transfer upon successful draw.|

|Allow me to demonstrate.|

An illusory blade materialized in the space before Noah, constructed from moving lines of Ruination’s own manifestation, its architecture mapped with the precision of a consciousness that had spent the interim period doing nothing but this.

Beside it, an illusory version of Noah appeared with the same line-composed construction, the figure’s proportions and bearing matching with the accuracy of a system that had spent years in proximity to every physical detail of its Master.

The illusory figure reached for the hilt.

The sheath released without resistance.

The blade came free in a single smooth draw, the illusory Exelissomai Source Fragment blooming from the blade’s edge in the simulation. Information spread through the illusory figure in cascading waves!

Noah watched it.

He nodded once.

He summoned the real blade.

THE Sovereign Reckoning appeared in his hands.

The sheath was blue-obsidian, cool against his palm, the material carrying a depth that ordinary obsidian didn’t carry, the geometric patterns in its surface moving in slow configurations.

He felt the hilt through the sheath.

His grip closed around it with cold imperious certainty!

He had anger that needed somewhere to go.

He may as well begin here.

He grasped the handle of THE Sovereign Reckoning with the full committed grip of a being drawing something he intended to draw, and the blade began to shake in its sheath as blinding lights bloomed outward from the contact point, the Exelissomai Source Fragment stirring within its housing!

HUUM!

The lights blazed!

The blade came free.

THE Sovereign Reckoning left its blue-obsidian sheath with the clean finality of something that had assessed what was holding it and decided the assessment was complete, the blade emerging into the air of THE Infiniverse with an edge so unfathomably sharp that the light bending around it didn’t know which direction to resolve in, the material of the blade carrying the depth of Source Lifeform construction in every visible surface.

From the sheath, something else emerged.

Something that moved with the deliberate intent of a thing that had been waiting to be released and knew exactly where it was going!

It was a flowing luminescence that crossed the space between the sheath and Noah’s forehead without being directed and without announcing itself, pressing through his foundational architecture in the specific manner of information arriving directly into a being’s existence rather than through their conscious processing.

|THE Sovereign Reckoning: Unsheathed. Binding confirmed.|

|The sheath’s judgment mechanism has assessed your foundational resonance and found it sufficient. THE Sovereign Reckoning is now bound to you. It will return to your hand when called and will not respond to the grip of any other being while the binding holds.|

|Weavings regarding the second letter of THE Primordial Tongue, Exelissomai, are flowing into your existence. The inheritance has begun.|

...!

BOOM!

The blade released obsidian lightning.

It erupted from the edge in arcing currents that moved through the air of THE Infiniverse with the indifference of power expressing itself through whatever medium was available, the lightning not striking at any target but simply present.

It was the natural consequence of a blade made from the concentrated Primordial Source expression of a Source Lifeform forging now in contact with the Osmontian Absolute Infinity of the being who had drawn it!

Noah raised THE Sovereign Reckoning.

The obsidian lightning blazed around him in raging currents, moving through the nine Prime Cause lights burning in his Osmontian Infinite Physique and finding the expression amplified rather than interrupted.

His eyes released their own arcs of obsidian lightning, the inheritance forcing itself through his foundational architecture with the thoroughness of a process that had been built into the blade’s construction and was now running at the full capacity its builder had intended!

He began to understand.

|Inheritance of the second letter of THE Primordial Tongue: Occurring.|

The understanding came as a door opening, the sensation of a truth that had always existed becoming accessible, the door not being built but being found. His mind filled with what sat on the other side of it.

Then the blue brilliance came.

It covered his perception completely, the golden sands of THE Infiniverse and the blade in his hand and Ruination’s line-composed manifestation and Taylor’s watching eyes all replaced by something else, a scene that bloomed in front of him with the clarity of a memory that was not his.

He saw...

An obsidian sea. Flat and vast and moving in the slow swells of something ancient.

On the surface of that sea, a young man.

He was slight, dark-haired, with the lightly bronzed skin of someone who had spent time in outdoor conditions without having any particular strength to show for it.

His body lay against the obsidian surface calmly.

His features were unremarkable in every way that features could be unremarkable, the face of someone who had not yet become anything in particular.

Beside him, a young woman.

Her pupils were shaped like wings, radiant and precise, and her hands gripped the young man’s body with desperate intensity.

Her voice came out across the obsidian sea in a single repeated plea, ragged at the edges, the sound of genuine terror running beneath every word she pushed into the air above his face.

She was screaming for him to wake up.

The young man’s lips opened at this time!

"Exelissomai."

BOOM!

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