Noah plunged into the Early Sacred Waters with purpose, his body carving into the calm surface and shattering it into radiant ripples.
A blinding hum echoed outward as the surface of his skin bloomed with cascading golden sigils- fifty million Existential Dimensional Lattices shimmering like suns dragged into form.
The weight of this place demanded stillness.
But Noah had never been one to simply endure!
HUUM!
The waters pushed back, thick and resisting, yet his steps stirred it like thunder rolling beneath the sea. The moment his foot landed on unseen currents, his body adjusted to the weight, gliding forward, pulsing with existence in a way only a Living Existence could.
The Early Living Marine Lifeform, Auriamundus, was waiting as it roared!
It moved like a concept. Like the memory of motion given form. The gold-blue beast turned within the water’s waves, eyes too ancient for their delicate shape. Its fins danced like tongues of blue flame, and the glyph upon its forehead...oh, the glyph!
It glowed as though it had always been lit, as though it had never known a time when it wasn’t etched into existence!
The Glyph of Water.
Primitive. Pure.
The moment their eyes met, the waters churned.
Auriamundus launched forward.
Noah braced as the goldfish slammed into him again with the sheer rawness of being. The Glyph on its head flared and the waters bent around it, thickening like walls as it swam in a spiraling arc, impossibly fast. It struck like a collapsing tide, and Noah felt his bones creak from the reverberation of motion soaked in 1,000,000 units of Pure Complexity and Purity.
Even his current 50 Million displayed Lattices didn’t nullify that entirely.
The Glyph didn’t ask for mana.
It didn’t need cost.
It was.
That was what made it dangerous.
Every movement the Crownscale made came with meaning. A swipe of the tail carried blades of ancient water, scything across the waves with howling precision.
Each attack carrying condensed attacks that were in excess of 1 Million PQ and CQ!
And because the Glyph did not require mana kr authority...it could continue releasing and spamming these attacks endlessly!
Such a thing...reminded him of what he always loved to do with his Infinity Mana.
An Existential Glyph...allowed one to have a semblance of this capability!
BOOM!
The heavy attacks struck him with no pause, one after the other. Primitive arcs of condensed Living Water smashed against his chest, his arms, his neck. They cracked against the armorless brilliance of his skin, each one echoing like war drums against the walls of a primal temple.
He swam, twisting through them, slipping under the gouging force of hydromantic bursts. One spiral of his shoulder, and he rolled through a current infused with the Water Glyph’s pulsing barrier- one that sizzled when he brushed it, even with fifty million Lattices flaring.
He felt the Glyph more than he saw it.
Felt the density of the authority. The purity.
It was everywhere!
And for every brilliant strike Noah dodged, another followed. Another tailwhip. Another spiral of condensed seafoam bursting with Living Authority.
For a moment, Noah smiled underwater.
His body felt like a brand new item just now being put to use after his elevation!
His eyes were alight with something primal.
"This is what it means to just exist!"
HUUM
He whispered into the currents, his voice lost but felt in the vibration of his being.
The Glyph burned again, slamming another wave into him.
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