Chapter 4788: Egregious! II
Chapter 4788: Egregious! II
Outside of THE Villa Dei Boscoreale.
WAP!
Noah reappeared.
He observed the solemn and angered figures of Ul’moreth and Lumivara who now had on the togas of Lochagoi. Their advancement had occurred while he was undergoing the Cycles of Katharsis. Their expressions spoke of fury barely contained.
The Glossarian Polemarchs were also in the surroundings with equally nasty gazes. They had welcomed Noah. They had protected his companions. And now THE Weavers had circumvented their protection through bureaucratic manipulation.
Skoll was nowhere to be seen.
Lunaris turned toward Noah as she was going to speak when...
Her figure pulsed with astonishment!
She sensed the immensity his figure emanated!
Especially now, when he looked a little bit... mad?
His crystalline skin glowed with blue-gold radiance. His eyes burned with weight that pressed against everyone in proximity. His presence alone made the air heavier, made breathing slightly more difficult, made reality itself acknowledge that something dangerous had arrived.
He looked devilishly dashing with such a serious gaze, didn’t he?
The moment she had such a thought, she shook her pages as she refocused on the situation at hand.
"Sir, they have already taken your companion due to a Challenge that even we could not deny."
Her voice came serious and professional.
"The Esteemed Glossikos has informed us. We are ready to bring you to the Arena for you to accept this challenge instead."
She paused.
"We do have to warn you that now, you will be under the scrutiny of all those in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment."
...!
She said such words as Noah turned to her, reigning in his unfolding waves of Tyranny.
The pressure that had been pressing against everyone eased slightly.
But only slightly.
His voice came out calm.
Too calm.
The kind of calm that preceded storms.
"Let’s just go."
His eyes burned with blue-gold fire.
"Some Absolutes need to understand what happens when they make someone lock in."
BOOM!
The words landed with weight that made several Polemarchs take unconscious steps backward.
Not from fear of him.
But from recognition that whoever stood on the other side of that statement was about to experience something terrible.
Lunaris nodded and began leading the way.
Toward the Arena.
Toward THE Weavers.
Toward a confrontation that would be witnessed by every faction in THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.
And Noah followed with steps that made the ground tremble, Ul’moreth and Lumivara joining him as brilliant blue-gold light began to wrap around all of them!
—
THE Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning!
This was the name and distinction of the grand Arena within THE Agora of Primordial Judgment. It was a place of existential and combat training where battles determined fundamental truths about the combatants’ worth and existence.
Different factions called it by different names.
Glossarians called it "The Lexicon of Blood," where Declarations were written in violence. Paradoxians called it "The Contradiction Ring," where impossibilities became possible. Existentialists called it "The Crucible of Being," where existence was tested. Chaosites called it "The Entropy Pit," where order broke down into beautiful disorder.
Four names for one place.
All of them true.
THE Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning sat at the exact center of THE Agora of Primordial Judgment, equidistant from all four philosophical territories.
It was accessible from any faction’s domain through dedicated pathways called "The Roads of Reckoning." These roads were neutral ground where no faction held authority. Stone inscribed with Phonemes of The First Tongue paved the way, each step a reminder that this place belonged to everyone and no one.
The Arena existed partially underground and partially above, creating a structure that resembled a massive amphitheater built into a depression in reality itself.
Some said the depression was created by a battle between THE Creature and THE Primordial Chaos during the Infinite Unfurling. Others said it was always here, waiting for conflict to fill it.
The truth was likely somewhere in between.
The Arena itself looked like a colossal structure of bronze, marble, and crystallized Existence. Its outer walls rose approximately 500 meters high, covered in bas-reliefs depicting legendary battles.
THE Entities clashed across the stonework. Absolutes warred in frozen tableaus. The history of violence made beautiful through artistic preservation.
Noah floated across the vast roads leading to this place.
Polemarchs surrounded him, their presence a statement of Glossarian support. Ul’moreth and Lumivara flanked him, their newly achieved Lochagos togas marking their advancement within this domain.
Beside him, Ul’moreth had a worried look as he spoke.
"Absolute is difficult. Truly difficult, even if weakened to a lesser level."
His countless hairs rippled with concern.
"A redundant sentence has been said that Absolutes can only ever Absolutely be taken down by other Absolutes. Do you have a plan?"
...!
A plan.
Noah kept his eyes ahead as he replied.
"An idea of a plan. Audacious and ridiculous by all accounts, but an idea of a plan."
"..."
Ul’moreth fell silent as he nodded.
What else could he say? His Little Anomaly had grown into something that exceeded comprehension. If anyone could find a way to challenge an Absolute without being one, it would be THE Genesis Monarch.
Ahead, Lunaris, Ophelia, and others led them through The Gate of Tongues.
The Glossarian entrance stood before them, constructed from pages of crystallized knowledge fused into solid form. Every known Logos and Philology covered its surface in inscriptions so dense they seemed to shimmer with accumulated meaning. The gate itself seemed alive, aware of those who approached it.
There were many Glossarians by the hundreds crossing into the Arena at this moment. Hoplites and Lochagoi streamed through the entrance, drawn by word that something significant was about to occur.
Lunaris and Ophelia passed through first.
The moment they crossed the threshold, the gate spoke.
"Polemarch Lunaris has entered The Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning."
The voice was ancient and resonant, carrying across the surrounding area.
"Lochagos Ophelia has entered The Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning."
Each name was recited with the same weight, the same significance.
And when Noah finally passed through...
"THE Genesis Monarch has entered The Palaestra of Primordial Reckoning."
BOOM!
His name burned with glory!