Chapter 4482: Civilizational War! III
Chapter 4482: Civilizational War! III
Far from the massive silver-white gateway that just opened.
In a region of existence hard to know or perceive.
Gold and obsidian radiance of Civilizational Authority of Paradox covered a box.
It could adequately be called Schrodinger’s Box.. existing in multiple states simultaneously.
Inside it, three bodies of Schrodinger lay in what appeared to be deep sleep.
At this moment, the Living Paradoxical body opened its eyes with immense effort.
The action seemed to require tremendous power just to accomplish such simple movement.
Those eyes revealed an extremely ancient will flowing through them, consciousness far older than the body suggested.
He seemed incapable of moving even a single muscle beyond opening his eyes.
And yet a smile formed on his lips.
His eyes curved with devilish glare mixing amusement and malicious satisfaction.
Those bright eyes of paradox seemed to see the distant silver-white gateway that had just been opened, perceiving it across impossible distances through mechanisms that defied conventional observation.
His voice emerged as amused whisper.
"There was actually something like this that THE uptight Living Law actually concealed from my knowledge? And you all just... casually opened it? Hmm..."
Even though he spoke, terrifying oppressive force pressed down from all around him.
The surrounding existence itself was crushing his awareness!
He rolled his eyes with exaggerated annoyance.
"Okay, okay, I get the message. Your Existence remains sufficiently powerful even now to systematically suppress me outside THE Loom."
His smile widened despite the pressure.
"But this won’t prevent me from having some modest fun while I wait patiently to harvest all my carefully cultivated efforts. I consider this... a side mission really. Just something to occupy my mind and keep me mentally engaged before The Fallout occurs."
His tone darkened.
"Because after The Fallout does manifest... even I will need to remain on my tiptoes..."
...!
His words carried terrifying implications about what exactly The Fallout represented.
After finishing addressing the oppressive surrounding existence, his smile became even more devilish.
"Emotive and Elemental chicklets frozen in that Sanctuary, yes? Let’s have their parent Civilizations within THE Loom release some of their accumulated grandeur into their frozen subordinates who tragically missed their entry into salvation."
...!
The words were profoundly heavy and ominous.
The surrounding existence pressed down with even greater force!
The heavy eyelids of THE Living Paradox were forcefully closed by external pressure, his consciousness being systematically suppressed.
But he maintained his playful smile throughout.
As if he simply found all of this utterly, delightfully amusing.
Let them play their little war games.
The real entertainment comes after.
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Past the massive silver-white gateway.
In the Injunction Sanctuary of Law.
Noah entered without any perceptible fear or hesitation.
Beside him, Khor floated with predatory grace.
Her voice emerged with barely contained anticipation.
"I may go just a little bit wild this time around, Outsider. Fair warning."
At these words, Noah nodded calmly with an expression suggesting such behavior was not merely permitted but encouraged.
"Go as wild as your nature demands. If we discover answers within this frozen domain, good. If there are no useful answers..."
His smile turned tyrannical.
"I’ll simply claim the harvest instead."
...!
His words pulsed with concentrated authority.
Brilliant silver-white light shone around them as existence began revealing itself with absolute clarity.
Noah and his assembled forces found themselves spilling out into...
Stretches of shattered fold canyons so incomprehensibly vast it felt less like geography and more like act of existential violence.
The floor was chaotic jumble of terrain types that shouldn’t coexist.
Radiant stellar dried Fold riverbeds that glowed with residual authority.
Broken mesas rising like shattered teeth.
The pulverized remains of entire Folds scattered like dust across impossible distances.
These fold canyons stretched outward for Gigaparsecs in all directions.
They shone with accumulated brutality from conflicts that had raged here eons ago.
Colossal broken statues of Early Creatures, carved directly from mountainsides, loomed over the carnage like silent judges.
Their faces were eroded by millennia of wind and metaphysical erosion.
But their presence remained undeniable.
Accusatory.
Some had crumbled entirely, their skyscraper-sized heads half-buried in corrupted earth, serving as macabre fortifications for forces long collapsed.
The land itself bore visible marks of ongoing battle that had been frozen mid-conflict.
Patches of ground crystallized into jagged glass by intense concentrated heat.
Massive craters that still crackled with residual frost lightning trapped in temporal stasis.
Areas where existence seemed covered by silver authority of Law, with massive shattered Folds floating dreamily in mid-air like scattered floating islands defying gravity.
The atmosphere was thick.
Almost unbreathable despite not requiring conventional respiration.
A choking miasma of accumulated dust, smoke from burning emotions of fear and hatred given physical form, and metallic tang of ozone from discharged elemental forces.
Above them, the sky was not blue.
Instead, a swirling bruised vortex of unnatural colors dominated overhead.
The golden geometric light of Law clashing violently with chaotic reds and browns of Elemental forces.
The sickly shifting violets of Emotive authority weaving between them.
It was a sky that screamed with accumulated trauma!
Noah observed all of this with contemplative gaze that catalogued every detail systematically.
He turned his attention toward the far distance.
There, barely visible across impossible spans, they could perceive clouds of countless entities.
Each one shining with terrifying display of power that felt simultaneously ancient and dormant.
But the moment Noah and his forces fully manifested within the Sanctuary...
That ancient dormant power seemingly began surging with incandescent brilliance!
Its magnitude and concentrated authority began doubling!
Then tripling!
Accelerating with exponential velocity as if responding to external stimulus!
Khor laughed lightly, the sound mixing genuine amusement with dangerous anticipation.
Her eyes began shining with predatory gleam.
"Now this feeling... it’s a sensation of genuine danger I remember from eons past. This feeling of mounting hunger I actively crave!"
...!
It was feeling of danger, certainly.
Because past all these domains of systematic destruction stretching across Gigaparsecs...
They could feel rising auras of existence burning with concentrated light of Elemental and Emotive authority!
The power was becoming more and more intense with each passing moment.
Their Complexity and Purity measurements were surely surging well into hundreds of Sextillions!
The light of Living Laws positioned far ahead of these enemy forces...
It seemed grand and substantial.
But notably, it was not powering up or surging with brilliance!
Unlike the Elemental and Emotive forces clearly receiving empowerment...the Law forces remained static.
Trapped in the exact state they’d been frozen in.
Noah observed this disparity with eyes shining with analytical focus.
Behind him, the figure of Alexander and Seraphina floated nearby with expression mixing hope and mounting dread.
Noah gave his calm command with voice that carried across entire assembled force.
"Advance. Analyze enemy capabilities and force composition. Secure and extract all surviving Members of The Primordial Civilization of Law!"
...!
OOH!
His forces surged forward with his command, fifteen million specialized entities advancing with coordinated precision!
Behind them, the Living Laws of Alexander’s reformed Civilization followed with considerably less confidence.
They could feel the mounting power ahead.
They could perceive what was awakening in response to their intrusion.
And they wondered, with growing certainty, whether they had just made a catastrophic mistake.
Whether opening this Sanctuary would prove to be their salvation...
Or their complete annihilation!
Noah smiled with tyrannical anticipation.
For him, it was...
Time for harvest!