After he delivered these final words, this entity tapped out with his finger once more.
Immense waves of The First Tongue erupted outward with terrifying complexity.
Dozens of Phonemes came together with perfect precision, forming into multiple complete words.
The words combined further to form an entire sentence, a sentence that wrapped around this entire region before becoming invisible and disappearing from normal observation.
A binding constructed from linguistic authority that would ensure compliance absolutely!
This entity then hummed pleasantly to himself as he smiled with satisfaction, nodded once, and took a single step directly into The Primordial Genesis Shore.
Behind him, a desolate scene remained.
The fisherman still sat there with his fishing line cast out into the murky waters.
A smiling expression remained fixed on his face, serene and peaceful.
But bloody tears fell continuously from his eyes and nose, crimson-gold streams running down his cheeks.
His heart was destroyed.
His Civilization was completely erased.
His very being, built across eons of struggle and advancement, was just collapsed down to nothing.
And he sat there fishing, still protecting those he cared about even as everything he was dissolved into memory.
On the other end...
The mysterious entity known as THE Arbitrium delved deeper into The Primordial Genesis Shore.
As he moved through the chaotic space, his form began to subtly change. An aura of a unique Way of Existence manifested.
A rough obsidian robe materialized around him, replacing the pristine black and white garment.
His hair enlarged dramatically, becoming wild and unruly, pulsing with contained power.
His facial features shifted and transformed, taking on a different structure entirely.
But his eyes maintained their same infinite purple depth, crackling with that same unfathomable intensity.
He appeared at the heart of The Primordial Genesis Shore and observed the ongoing festival with genuine appreciation.
A smile crossed his transformed features as Phonemes erupted around him in joyful expression.
He actually moved forward and joined directly into the circle of dancing Ginnu Lifeforms surrounding the massive bonfire of Fire Phonemes.
He danced with them, his movements creating patterns that generated melody even grander and more complex than what the others produced.
His presence felt unique among the gathered entities, carrying weight that transcended simple classification.
Moments later, the distant Ul’moreth floating above while observing the Weavings unfolding in the arena below noticed this particular dancer.
His eyes flashed with sharp recognition before he laughed with warm familiarity and voiced out with booming enthusiasm.
|Haha, Mammon, you actually made it!|
The words carried the tone one would use greeting a longtime friend arriving at a celebration.
Down at the bonfire, THE Arbitrium, now known as Mammon to those gathered, looked over and smiled warmly.
He took a single step and appeared instantly beside Ul’moreth in the space above the festival.
His smile remained as he spoke with conversational ease.
|I just came by to see what all the commotion was about. I caught up with Ains before arriving here as he seems a little...down. He sends his regards. But...it seems you have taken in something quite dangerous to this settlement.|
As he said this, he looked down toward the arena below.
Multiple Logos spun around a THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity who erupted with verdant leaves and tremendous storms swirling in all directions.
|Not any more dangerous than anything else in Existence. Just like you and me, he is simply someone trying to pioneer his own unique Way through this vast reality.|
Mammon looked over with expression carrying deeper understanding than anyone could imagine!
|You were always like this, Ul’moreth. Hopeful to a fault. Idealistic even when reality demands cynicism. How can you say such words when you are watching what he is currently doing? When you know exactly what something like that represents?|
|You know that The Others would inevitably come for him if they learned of his existence and capabilities. I know you understand this with absolute clarity. So why are you doing this? Why take such a monumental risk?|
|The Ginnu Lifeforms are not so weak that we cannot defend what we choose to protect. We fight collectively and move collectively when threats arise. And I am not merely an idiotic idealist who thinks nothing can possibly go wrong. I know many things can go catastrophically wrong. I know the substantial chance of those involved in The Oldest Paradox of Existence having dangerous interest if they knew of him and what he represents. I know all of this.|
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