Far from the Infinite Unfurling, far from Ginnungagap’s ancient shores where teaching and wonder unfolded, there existed a place that defied conventional understanding.
Inside THE Loom.
An endless sea of obsidian gold paradox stretched infinitely in all directions, filled with unfathomable musings of existence itself. The paradox was not empty abstraction. It contained actual immense Weavings of Existence alongside its inner workings, its flow, and even more horrifyingly, the way that existence expressed itself through fundamental language.
The sea of paradox seemed to sit atop all of it with tyrannical glory, drowning everything beneath its weight while simultaneously revealing truths that should remain hidden. And even this overwhelming perception was merely what could be glimpsed at surface level. There were countless more intricacies lurking in depths that defied comprehension in this mere glimpse.
In such a terrifying sea, there floated a singular entity with eyes closed as if relaxing in peaceful meditation. His entire existence wore the allure of paradox itself, his form refusing to sit still or maintain consistent state. This was a manifestation of THE Living Paradox. Not his true self, but a powerful projection.
But moments later, the expression alone told a different story. The calmness and relaxation faded completely as a frown appeared on features that rarely showed such emotion.
Something had occurred that should not have occurred.
He maintained countless countermeasures in place to notify him of any major changes across existence. His enemy was THE Creature, the entity that had triumphed in the Infinite Unfurling against all others through methods that remained fucking terrifying even to contemplate.
So THE Living Paradox required countless safeguards and monitoring systems for this entity. Even now, with all his accumulated victories and advantages, he knew with absolute certainty that he had not truly won.
But something had just occurred. A change in the fundamental patterns he observed. And as he pondered what it might be, his frown deepened further as he turned his gaze toward a certain direction.
A place outside THE Loom.
A place where something unprecedented was unfolding.
In the domain that used to be THE Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, now reduced to something far more terrible, the devastation defied description.
The region had become a zone of immense collapse. All of existence in this area seemed dark, swallowed by shadows that consumed light and meaning alike. The only point of illumination came from a single source.
The figure of The Disciple of THE Creature raised a sword that shone brilliantly like a solitary candle of existence refusing to be extinguished. The blade radiated light that seemed to hold a glimmer of a Genesis Principle woven into its very structure.
That faint illumination revealed the absolutely devastating state of the battlefield.
All the False THE Avatars from THE Loom either seemed to be missing entirely or only parts of their bodies remained visible, scattered across the collapsed landscape like discarded toys. Limbs, torsos, heads, all separated and dissolving slowly.
The only one still living and intact was Ambessa, her gaze unfathomably somber as she bellowed with desperation while being chased relentlessly by The First Farmer.
The ancient being moved with calm purpose, his voice carrying patient instruction.
"Stay still, the harvest will be quick and painless!"
Khor looked like a small walking calamity given physical form. Her entire presence radiated destruction barely contained. She directed a deadly concentrated gaze toward Schrodinger at this moment, preparing to eliminate that particular threat.
But the figure of The Disciple of THE Creature stepping forward with raised sword caused her to pause with genuine caution. That blade was dangerous even to her.
In the midst of such a terrifying scene of absolute devastation, the figure of The Infiniverse stood with unusual stillness.
She had silently already sent a message to Alexander Asmodeus that he did not need to attempt anything with the Shattered Part of The Heart of Law. His services were no longer required for that particular task.
Because at this moment, something far more significant was occurring.
|Sis, did you receive all that?!| The voice of Ruination echoed out with genuine shock and excitement.
She was referring to the lesson Noah had transmitted across time and space through their absolute connection. The teaching he had received, he had immediately shared with his most important constructs.
The connection between Ruination, The Infiniverse, and Noah remained absolute and unbreakable. At this moment, The Infiniverse nodded as she almost seemed to enter a daze before replying with voice carrying wonder.
|I got it. I fucking got it completely. The First Tongue!|
...!
Ruination was shocked into silence at her sister’s unusual cursing!
The eyes of The Infiniverse held a hint of fanaticism as she processed the implications.
She had direct access to her Master’s weavings through their fundamental connection. She could pull from his Mana reserves as if they were her own. And she was already such an integral construct that existed on a scale bigger than any Transcendent Fold, more complex than any single domain across existence.
By her very nature as a living construct of unfathomable sophistication, The Infiniverse could effectively be considered similar to any Fold across existence. There...had to be weavings of Principles coursing through her structure that made up her existence, just as Principles wove through conventional reality.
In nature, Existence held Principles that most entities did not even know existed or could be accessed.
The First Tongue, through its letters alone, could induce power from surrounding Principles to act on behalf of the one speaking.
|Hah.|

Then she opened her eyes and looked directly toward The Disciple of THE Creature.
|Fire.|
She spoke it in The First Tongue.
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