Noah’s mind burned with the words Ul’moreth had spoken, the teaching that now felt more relevant than anything else.
It was not merely that THE classification entities were stronger than those below them. That would be simple to understand, a quantitative difference that could theoretically be overcome through sufficient accumulation of power.
No, the true terror was that they operated on a fundamentally different layer of Existence where normal rules did not constrain them the same way.
The First Tongue, Ul’moreth had explained with absolute conviction, could act as a bridge to cross that vast Depth. To equalize the fundamental imbalance. Because The First Tongue was the language that defined what reality actually was at a level deeper than even THE classification authority could easily override.
Those were the words of Ul’moreth!
Noah had thought his forming Foundation of The First Tongue would be sufficient to at least resist THE classification, to stand on his feet before he utilized The First Tongue externally itself.
He wanted to feel this weight. Ideally, he had to feel the true weight of THE so that he had a baseline for what to overcome.
Unless one actually felt the full oppression of THE classification pressing against them with crushing intent, they would never fully understand what it truly meant.
And being brought to his knees for the first time in his entire Existence, having his fundamental Quintessence questioned and violated, this truly allowed him to feel the genuine power of THE with visceral clarity.
But feeling that power also gave him understanding he had not possessed before.
From his kneeling position, staring at the smooth floor as commanded, Noah focused inward with desperate intensity.
He felt his Foundation, THE Foundation of The First Tongue, actively resisting the imposed Sovereignty even now.
He felt THE Organ of Civilization pulsing with rejection of the external authority trying to define him as THE Rudimentary Units of Everything burned.
They were fighting, struggling against the weight pressing down from all directions.
But the refinement they had received so far was simply too limited. Barely any time had passed since he began fortifying himself with the eighteen Phonemes.
They had not yet crossed the threshold necessary to be fully capable of resisting THE Civilizational Authority the way he wanted.
His Foundation was too young, too undeveloped, insufficient for the impossible task before him.
But The First Tongue itself was the bridge. The bridge to cross this vast chasm that separated THE from Pre-THE, the gap that many would fail to overcome their entire lives.
And Noah held The First Tongue not as a borrowed tool but as his fundamental Way.
His consciousness focused with laser precision on the eighteen Phonemes flowing continuously through his Existence.
Fire. Water. Earth. Air. Void. Light. Darkness. Life. Death. Time. Space. Order. Chaos. Unity. Division. Beginning. Ending. Paradox.
The complete alphabet of Existence itself resided within him, even if his mastery remained at Novice Speaker level.
Yes, Raijin Katsuro controlled all of Existence within this arena through his Civilizational Authority. That was the power of THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty.
But Noah held The First Tongue itself. He held The Way of Mana, the undifferentiated source from which all specialization emerged.
So he held The First Tongue not as something external to channel but as something fundamental to his being.
And even though conventional Existence was under the control of another entity, was The First Tongue not asserting that all of Existence itself stemmed from this original language?
Was he not cultivating the very foundation from which even Civilizational Authority ultimately derived its power?
So he did not need to ask permission to stand. He did not need to beg for the right to speak or move or act.
He simply needed to speak The First Tongue and assert his own reality according to the original grammar that preceded all other rules.
HUUM!
Noah’s will crystallized with absolute determination as he began internally speaking the Phonemes with unprecedented intensity.
Fire erupted first within his Existence, not the physical phenomenon but the principle of transformation and refusal to be extinguished. Blue gold flames that represented his connection to Mana itself.
Then Earth manifested, providing foundational stability that refused to be moved. The principle that some things endure regardless of external pressure. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶
Air followed, the concept of freedom and movement, the assertion that restriction was not absolute.
One by one, all eighteen Phonemes activated with synchronized purpose, each one adding their voice to his rejection of the imposed reality.
They began to express themselves outwardly despite the Sovereignty pressing down from all directions.
Around Noah’s kneeling form, reality itself began to shimmer and distort as linguistic authority manifested visibly.
Characters of The First Tongue, glowing with multicolored radiance, began appearing in the air around his body. Each Phoneme took visible form as complex symbols that pulsed with concentrated meaning.
The Phoneme of Fire burned with blue gold flames.
The Phoneme of Water flowed with silver blue liquid light.
The Phoneme of Earth manifested as bronze geometric patterns...
All eighteen letters of Existence’s alphabet materialized around him, creating a sphere of linguistic authority that pushed back against the purple gold lightning imposing Raijin’s will.
The two realities collided with visible force.

I can stand.
I will stand.
I must stand.

His arms trembled with exertion as he pushed upward against the crushing weight of THE Civilizational Authority.
Raijin’s expression shifted from contempt to disbelief as he watched this entity that should have been completely helpless somehow finding the strength to defy THE itself.
BOOM!
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