The simulation crystallized around Noah’s perception with perfect clarity.
He found himself in the Stoa of Dogmata, the endless colonnade of ancient pillars stretching in all directions. Their surfaces still burned with inscriptions of Dogmata from eras that predated differentiation itself.
And there, exactly where she’d been during their previous encounters, sat THE Secretive Eon.
Her small, delicate form remained composed upon the obsidian ground. Dark hair with rivers of gold caught light that seemed to come from nowhere. Her white-blue robe draped across her shoulders with elegant simplicity. Those dark eyes held depths that could swallow entire civilizations without noticing.
She didn’t turn as his simulated body approached.
"You have returned quickly, Scale Breaker." Her voice emerged measured and unhurried. "I find myself wondering how you have so much time on your hands to play around."
Noah moved to take position near her, maintaining the distance their previous interactions had established.
"I collapsed the Half-Step Absolute Depth body of THE Living Spirit."
THE Secretive Eon received this news with the same composure she showed toward everything. Her head inclined slightly in acknowledgment, a fraction of movement that somehow conveyed complete understanding of what such an achievement represented.
"You are one of the Four from The Oldest Paradox of Existence," she said, her voice carrying neither surprise nor particular interest. "The First Tongue, Existence, Paradox, and Chaos. The pillars upon which that ancient conflict was built."
Her gaze remained fixed on the distant expanse ahead.
"If you weren’t even able to find a way to handle Spirit while holding a Fragment of an Axiom, you would truly be far too weak. You would not measure up to the others who share your classification among the Four." The faintest hint of contempt touched her words.
Noah absorbed these words while formulating his next approach.
"In Muspelheim, THE Living Concept is also present. They seemed to have been sent by Paradox specifically to that location."
THE Secretive Eon nodded with nonchalant dismissal.
"Picking off Primordial Realms of others and whatever Fragments of Axioms they may contain is natural." Her tone suggested she was discussing weather patterns rather than systematic destruction.
"Muspelheim held treasures from before THE Fallout reshaped Existence, from before The Infinite Unfurling. Of course Paradox would send agents to claim what could be claimed."
Noah observed that this information produced absolutely no interest in Eon.
Her attention remained fixed on whatever she perceived in the distant depths of the Stoa. Her composure was unbroken!
So he shifted approaches entirely.
"In the Wastes of THE Fallout, an Absolute is making a move against members of my Civilization."
Nothing.
"THE Weaver," Noah continued. "One of Paradox’s instruments operating at THE Absolute Depth. They bear down upon pillars of my foundation."
He let those words settle before delivering his request.
"Since they’re an Absolute, they’re one of your targets. One of those who need to die according to the objectives you pursue." His gaze met hers directly despite the warnings his existence screamed about prolonged eye contact. "I’m asking if you can make a move to end THE Weaver."
THE Secretive Eon pondered his words briefly.
Then she turned to look at him fully.
HUUM!
"Scale Breaker, we are not friends."
"I care very little if anyone from your Civilization dies. Failure to protect your people is failure of your Way. I can do one nice thing like giving you a Fragment when you mentioned Muspelheim, but I am not obligated to do anything else for this little... alliance."
"By the way, return my Fragment if you’re done with it."
"When it comes to THE Weavers... they rank fairly weak amongst Absolutes. But they innately have Three Bodies, so its akin to facing 3 little tiny weak Absolutes..." Her head tilted with consideration. "But they are still Absolutes. You would likely be crushed."
"I could move against them, yes. But Paradox is not my target right now. Chaos is. Killing one of Paradox’s Absolutes will cause deviations in my plans, and I don’t particularly feel the need to accommodate that at this moment."
"So you, Scale Breaker, are on your own. As you should be. As all Absolutes are. Find your own solution against that Absolute."
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