With glorious speed, Skoll surged toward the confrontation ahead!
As if things were playing out in slow motion, Noah saw the eyes of THE Weavers land on him and his mount. Everything around them solidified and became unfathomably heavy. The air itself compressed. Reality groaned beneath the attention of three Absolutes focusing their perception on a single point.
And an instant later, he appeared in front of Ul’moreth and Lumivara!
He gazed up toward THE Weavers gloriously, his expression imperious and utterly without fear.
"You have been looking for me?"
...!
HUUM!
His entrance was fast and unfathomably rapid!
It carried with it the glimmer of power, of velocity that only an Absolute would have! The very fact that he had crossed such distance under their suppressive authority suggested capabilities that exceeded what his classification should allow.
Behind him, Ul’moreth and Lumivara were astonished.
But before they could even say anything or react, Noah sent them both a mental message.
|Move quickly. No time to explain. Send me the memories of the entire path you have taken since THE Belly of Existence was torn open until you arrived here. Now.|
He did this for a critical reason.
If one of his two plans was forced to come to fruition, if he was forced to utilize THE Existential Paradox Loop and reverse time to an Anchor Point, he could find Lumivara and Ul’moreth across the Wastes even before they came across Gilgamesh and THE Weavers!
Prevention rather than rescue.
Both Lumivara and Ul’moreth did not delay.
Vast swathes of memories flooded into Noah’s perception. The Wastes they had crossed. The landmarks they had passed. The route they had taken through corrupted reality after THE Belly of Existence was torn open.
Everything.
While they did this, Noah also gave the command to Skoll.
|Speed Transfer to Ul’moreth and Lumivara. Now.|
The transformed Duke’s capabilities flowed outward, granting his impossible velocity to the two beings Noah had come to rescue.
He did all of this in the span of an instant.
And then he gazed up at THE Weavers.
Oh!
They were a horrid wonder to observe!
Three figures floated above everything, their robes and hoods finally parting enough for their faces to become visible beneath the shadowed fabric.
Ancient.
Decrepit.
Withered beyond what any mortal existence should endure and still function.
Their skin was papyrus-thin and gray, stretched over bones that seemed too prominent, too sharp, too angular to belong to anything that had ever been young. Deep wrinkles carved canyons across their features, each line representing eons of existence that had worn away everything soft and left only hardened purpose behind.
Their mouths were thin slashes that curved into expressions that might have been smiles or might have been the natural configuration of lips that had forgotten how to do anything else.
And their eyes!
Shockingly, those ancient orbs swirled with golden light!
Not the warm gold of dawn or the rich gold of treasure. This was the cold, calculating gold of fate itself, of threads being measured and cut, of destinies being woven and unraveled according to designs that predated the beings whose lives they manipulated.
THE Weavers!
Entities who had existed since before who kne when, who had woven the very fabric of THE Loom, who now served THE Living Paradox with the patient certainty of entities who believed they already knew how every story ended.
The more Noah locked his gaze with them, the more he felt their attention pressing against his existence like blades seeking weak points.
So he spoke.
Grandly.
Tyrannically.
"You were looking for me, but you had not expected me to reach Absolute so quickly?"
His voice carried weight that made the surrounding reality compress further.
"How does it feel that my mere presence here is already locking away access to The First Tongue for all of you?"
...!


|A horrid discovery has been made.|
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