"You seem to also have an interesting creature here."
Her voice carried notes of genuine curiosity that hadn’t been present before as this terrifying being turned her gaze towards Duke!
"In exchange for it, I could put in the effort to save your people."
BOOM!
The weight of her words pressed against Noah’s existence!
...!
His eyes became sharp.
She wanted Duke?
He turned to look at the much more majestic dog who still held the same innocent qualities despite his transformation. Skoll’s tail wagged slightly at Noah’s attention, the neon sun and moon in his eyes shining with simple devotion that transcended his elevated classification.
A dog that even an Absolute wanted!
That was how unique Duke was. How valuable. How unprecedented.
And even though Noah could make the choice to give him away in this simulation, the choice of giving him away in real Existence was not possible.
Such a choice in the simulation would only lead to a fantasy that wasn’t achievable externally.
He wouldn’t dwell in fantasies.
And he wouldn’t sacrifice one life for another.
So...
"My dog isn’t part of the deal."
His voice came calm and steady, brooking no negotiation on this point.
"And I don’t want you to drop me off wherever they are. I want for us to go from outside this Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap to that location."
...!
Yes.
If Eon used her terrifying power to deny the very environment of the Fallout that stated no teleportation, Noah wouldn’t gain anything from it.
What he needed was the route!
How to get there from the areas he’d already mapped out with Skoll. The path that his own capabilities could actually traverse without relying on an Absolute’s reality-defying authority.
After he said such words, Eon smiled.
She nodded with the patience of someone who found his reasoning unique but acceptable.
Then she closed her eyes.
In the simulation, Noah focused on what happened next.
From her body...
BOOM!
He felt Existence being squeezed in a terrifying manner!
The sensation lasted for less than a nanosecond. A fraction of a fraction of a moment. But in that infinitesimal window, Noah felt pressure that made his own considerable weight feel like nothing. Authority that bent reality itself to extract information that should have been impossible to obtain.
The signature of THE Weavers, hidden somewhere in the vast corrupted expanse of the Wastes, identified and located through sheer overwhelming power.
And then it was over.
Eon opened her eyes calmly and rose from her seated position. Her small, delicate form unfolded with grace that spoke of movements refined across eons.
"Alright. Found them. Let’s go."
...!
Noah’s eyes flashed sharply.
The power of an Absolute was displayed for barely a fraction of a nanosecond.
And it was fucking heavy!
She had done in that instant what he had been unable to do in minutes of searching with Skoll’s impossible speed. What his 27 Seals of Absolute Tongue couldn’t accomplish despite their weight and authority.
The gap between his current state and genuine Absolutes remained categorical.
But he was learning. Gathering information. Understanding exactly what he was dealing with.
With a calm gaze, Eon looked toward him.
"Step on the platform here, and we can get going."
She waved her hand, and a clear white platform emerged from nowhere. It pulsed with unique THE Civilizational Authority that made Noah’s senses tingle with recognition of power far beyond his current classification.
"You go, and I will follow."
"Oh?"
"Keep up."
BOOM!


|WARNING: SIMULATION INTEGRITY COMPROMISED|
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