Chaos wanted to talk?
He would talk.
After all, much of what he saw and came to learn from THE Weavers’ death made him very curious about Chaos.
Why did THE Secretive Eon target him first among THE Four?
And what explained how different Chaos was from the other Aspects as he was seeing through his newly gained perception?
The cleanliness of the Weavings of Chaos. The diligence with which Corrupted Growths were purified around his domain. The contradiction between his philosophy of disorder and his apparent dedication to maintaining stability.
When there were a number of questions, it was always good to get answers from the source!
So he closed his eyes as a part of his consciousness began to buzz and sought to impose itself countless gigaparsecs away, inside a Primordial Realm!
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In Alfheimr.
The standoff between THE Primordial Chaos and THE Living Origin and THE First Hunger had settled into a heavy silence that pressed against everyone present with weight that made breathing difficult.
Chaos stood with his form shifting constantly, his presence alone enough to make the crystalline trees of Alfheimr tremble with recognition of what they were hosting. Behind Origin, the natives of this realm, the Ljósálfar who had welcomed her home with such joy moments before, shakily stood up as if they would die for her without hesitation.
Their light-woven forms flickered with determination that transcended their fear.
They would stand beside their Ljósmóðir even against one of THE Four.
Even if it meant their complete and utter collapse.
And yet, uniquely, THE Primordial Chaos was looking at them with a calm gaze that held no malice, no threat, no intention of violence. He did not make any move after telling Origin to reach out toward THE Youngest.
He simply waited.
Origin shook her head resolutely.
"As I said before, it is not happening."
Her voice came firm despite the pressure pressing down on her from an entity who could crush her with a thought.
"The musings of THE Creature are here. Can you all not talk amongst each other? Is that not why you are here to begin with?"
She actually spoke in such a way against a terrifying Absolute who could crush other Absolutes, much less someone like her who had not yet grasped the level of Absolute!
And once more, THE Primordial Chaos did not reply to her.
He only looked within her existence as if he could sense something there, something uniquely different from everything else that Origin represented. His shifting features settled into focused attention as he studied whatever he was perceiving.
And shockingly, a moment later, a brilliant blue-gold light began to shine from the hip of THE Living Origin!
What looked like a medallion flowed out of her existence and began to spin in the air of its own accord!
It was a glorious Absolute Seal of Quintessence!
From the back, THE Living Emotive laughed with delight that cycled through her features.
"Haha, no way, right? Osmont himse..."
"Hush."
BOOM!
The booming voice of THE Primordial Chaos echoed out with a sense of finality at this moment, as if he was giving the last warning that he would be giving today to Emotive.
Her mouth did not even finish moving as she quieted down, the light in her gaze flickering with humiliation and barely contained rage as she looked at what was happening silently.
The Seal spun with increasing intensity, blue-gold light radiating outward in patterns that spoke of authority being channeled across impossible distances.
Moments later, an illusory visage of none other than Noah appeared beside THE Living Origin!
Origin turned to Hunger as her eyes squinted sharply with accusation, but he looked at the figure of Noah with innocent confusion, as if he had done absolutely nothing to bring this about.
And Noah fully formed as he looked around this landscape.
Alfheimr.



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