The voice seemed to carry extra weight when speaking his distinction. Extra resonance. As if even the ancient gate recognized that something unprecedented was walking through its threshold.
Many Glossarians made way for him.
Their looks were those of awe and wonder. This was the being who had contributed 9 new letters to The First Tongue, as some very well knew. This was THE Glossarian. This was someone who had achieved what even Absolutes could not.
Ahead, heavy noise bustled!
Noah looked at it all.
The interior of the Arena opened before him in magnificent scope. It followed a modified amphitheater design with distinct sections arranged in concentric circles descending toward the central combat floor. Thousands upon thousands of seats filled with beings of every description.
He saw entities of the other three philosophies here.
Chaosites and Paradoxians were roaring with fervor! They cheered and shouted, their sections a cacophony of noise and movement! Some celebrated the challenge itself! Others celebrated the chaos it would bring! Their energy was infectious, spreading excitement through the crowd like wildfire!
Existentialists watched on calmly and silently.
Their section was still. Observant. They did not cheer or jeer. They simply existed, witnessing what would unfold with the patience of those who understood that all things eventually revealed their truth.
And on the very bottom of the Arena floor...
There was a dog looking around while frowning cutely!
Skoll sat in what appeared to be a Substitution Circle, his neon flames flickering with uncertainty. His massive head turned this way and that, trying to understand why he had been brought here.
Why so many beings were watching him.
Why the nice people who had been helping his Master suddenly couldn’t help him anymore.
He looked confused.
He looked worried.
But he was still a good boy, sitting patiently and waiting for his Master to come.
Noah’s eyes flashed sharply as he saw this.
He went further in.
Lunaris spoke as they descended deeper into the Arena, her pages rustling with the formal delivery of necessary information.
"Within The Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning, certain rules are absolute."
Her voice carried professional weight.
"No faction may attack another’s members outside the combat floor. This neutral ground is sacred. Violations are punished by all four Strategoi acting in unison."
They continued descending.
"Strategoi cannot directly interfere with challenges they did not issue. Glossikos the Articulate cannot intervene on your behalf, no matter how much she may wish to."
Her pages shifted uneasily.
"The Right of Challenge, once properly invoked, cannot be withdrawn. THE Weavers began this. It must be seen through to conclusion."
They passed through rings of seating.
Hoplites watched with wide eyes as Noah passed. Lochagoi nodded with respect. Polemarchs observed with calculating gazes.
Lunaris continued her explanation.
"The combat floor is called The Circle of Reckoning. It is the heart of The Palaestra."
Her pages displayed diagrams as she spoke.
"Circular, approximately 1 kilometer in diameter. The floor can expand or contract based on the nature of the battle. For Absolute-level conflicts, it extends to accommodate existential-warping combat."
They were getting closer now.
"The surface is composed of Reckoning Stone, a material that absorbs and neutralizes residual Civilizational Authority as it bears dozens of Philologies. It is inscribed with a massive seal combining elements from all four philosophies. The central point is called The Nexus of Truth. It glows faintly at all times."
She gestured toward the compass points of the Arena floor.
"The Four Pillars stand at cardinal directions around arena itself..."
Noah could see them now.
"The Pillar of Words to the North. Glossarian. It records everything said during combat. The Pillar of Contradiction to the South. Paradoxian. It displays paradoxes emerging from battle. The Pillar of Being to the East. Existentialist. It tracks the existential state of combatants. The Pillar of Entropy to the West. Chaosite. It measures chaos generated by conflict."
"The Arena can generate environmental challenges based on the nature of the conflict. Barriers can be erected to contain specific types of energy as even Strategoi may not be able to leave until the battle is over, and none...can interfere."
"In short, sir, once you step onto that floor, you cannot leave until the challenge is resolved."


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