NOVGO.NET Chapter 4791: Making History!
Chapter 4791: Making History!
Sometimes, one had to tune out the noise completely.
Regardless of whether there were thousands of entities who had all forged their Civilizations situated across The Palaestra.
Regardless of whether the four Absolutes sat on their thrones or not!
Noah looked at Skoll and finished rubbing his head.
"Alright, go to that hairy old man there and the little fox. Stay with them no matter what, okay?"
He pointed toward the distance where Ul’moreth and Lumivara stood alongside Lunaris and Ophelia and other Glossarians.
Skoll nodded with shining eyes!
He was no longer bound by the power that had kept him in the Substitution Circle. With a flash of neon light, he disappeared and reappeared right between Ul’moreth and Lumivara!
His tail wagged happily as he sat down like a good boy, ready to watch his Master do whatever his Master needed to do.
Noah stood up imperiously.
He looked at the other end of the Arena where at this moment, there was nobody on the other side.
And yet he remained standing.
His body began to billow with flames.
Blue-gold plasmic fire wrapped around his form like a second skin, his toga shining resplendently beneath the radiance. The Phonemes inscribed across his garments blazed brighter. The adornments of his Polemarch status caught light that seemed to come from within him rather than from any external source.
His immense foundations exceeding even THE Creature at this stage began to leak out and spread!
A sense of suffocation radiated from him!
Absolute Immovable Object!
He was an absolute immovable as at this moment, where his feet stood, he would not be moved! The Reckoning Stone beneath him seemed to groan under the weight of his presence. The air compressed around his form. Reality itself acknowledged that something heavy had planted itself in this spot.
And his aura stretched out maddeningly!
Even from afar, a sense of suffocation no Fundamental Depth entity should have radiated from him. Hoplites in the lowest seats felt their breathing grow labored. Lochagoi shifted uncomfortably under the pressure. Even some Polemarchs raised eyebrows at the intensity bleeding off this single being.
The loud noises turned into hushed whispers soon enough.
And Noah continued tuning everything out.
An instant later...
WUU!
The figures of THE Weavers appeared on the other end of the Arena!
Three bodies materialized simultaneously, each one identical to the others. Ancient crones with skin like weathered parchment, eyes of spinning gold that seemed to perceive threads invisible to all others. Their white hair flowed in patterns that defied natural movement. Their fingers were long and spindly, built for the task of cutting and weaving fate itself.
They gazed toward Noah with smiles and malice.
All three bodies even waved at him, casual gestures of greeting as if they were saying hello to a friend they were about to destroy. Their golden scissors gleamed at their sides. Their threads swirled around them in lazy spirals.
The disconnect between their friendly waves and the murderous intent in their eyes was jarring.
Moments after she appeared, three of the four thrones above seemed to have gained immense weight!
But Glossikos’s throne remained empty.
OOOH!
The Voice of Reckoning boomed out across The Palaestra.
"Welcome to The Circle of Reckoning! The Challenger, THE Weavers, Lochagoi of the Paradoxian Way, have arrived!"
The voice carried across every corner of the Arena.
"And though this may seem unfair as it appears to be three against one, the three are actually a single body separated! One existence divided across three forms! This is permitted under the rules of Challenge!"
A dramatic pause.
"And what a Challenge this is! This debate and battle is a grand one that depicts Paradox against The First Tongue in ways that many here do not even comprehend! This is a battle of philosophies that will-"
"Shut the fuck up."
BOOM!
Noah spoke such words calmly!
The Voice of Reckoning cut off instantly!
Immense quietness descended all around as he looked at THE Weavers!
The entire Arena fell silent. Thousands of beings who had been murmuring and shifting went still. The Voice itself, ancient and supposedly unstoppable, simply... stopped.
Because THE Genesis Monarch had told it to.
And in this place, in matters concerning The First Tongue, his authority was not something that could be easily dismissed.
His imperious glare swept across the distance toward his opponents.
Radiant Seals flickered over his skin, the 27 Absolute constructs pulsing with weight that pressed against reality itself. His eyes burned with blue-gold fire. His stance was that of someone who had already decided how this would end.
He didn’t even gaze above to spare a glance at the three Absolutes he hadn’t seen before.
They were irrelevant to this moment.
He kept his gaze on THE Weavers.
"When was the last time that an Absolute fell?"
His voice carried across the silent Arena.
"Do you happen to know?"
BOOM!
The words were heavy!
THE Weavers cackled in response!
All three bodies laughed simultaneously, the sound layering into something that was one voice and many at once. Their smiles widened as terrifying pressure leaked from their bodies. The cheerful wave was replaced by something far more ancient.
Their forms shifted.
The pretense of friendly old women fell away, revealing what truly lay beneath. Decrepit ancient beings whose age transcended normal comprehension. Entities who had existed since The Infinite Unfurling, since before the modern shape of Existence was formed. Their skin grew more weathered. Their eyes burned brighter with golden malevolence. Their fingers elongated into things that looked less like appendages and more like instruments of fate itself.
"Absolutes do not die."
All three voices spoke as one, carrying weight that pressed against Noah’s aura.
"For those who do fall at the hands of other Absolutes..."
Their smiles became something knowing and cruel.
"We respect them enough not to spread stories of their demise. Their endings are private affairs. Their collapses are not entertainment for lesser beings."
...!
"Oh?"
Noah nodded his head at this.
Then he smiled.
"Then it looks like I will be making history today."
His flames blazed brighter.
"Come on now, you decrepit hags. Let’s see what you have up your sleeves."
BOOM!
The words landed like a challenge that could not be taken back!
THE Weavers’ golden eyes spun faster!
The Arena held its breath!