His own existence buzzed as a harvest almost equivalent to when he collapsed THE Weavers began to flood into him!
The authority that came from having an Absolute back your Way was immense. It was a relationship that benefited both parties in ways that transcended normal understanding.
But right now wasn’t about him.
He looked at the one who had taught him the Phonemes of The First Tongue.
The glorious visage of Ul’moreth shone with obsidian and gold light that blazed against the corrupted backdrop of The Wastes of THE Fallout. The abundance of hair that surrounded him seemed to pulse with life of its own, each strand carrying authority that would have crushed Fundamental Depth entities through proximity alone.
The hair looked like it was hiding a mountain of Immensity and wonder beneath its countless strands. Like the true form of Ul’moreth was something so vast and profound that it required this covering to exist within normal space without tearing reality apart.
Even though Noah could barely perceive the humanoid visage of Ul’moreth underneath all that hair, he felt like he could see eyes shining in obsidian-gold that held immense pride and thankfulness.
But there was no need for that between teacher and student.
Noah’s own eyes seemed to convey this understanding as the first words Ul’moreth spoke as his existence radiated the glory of an Absolute were delivered in The First Tongue itself.
|Little Anomaly, how can your teacher be of help? No student should have to bear the weight of Existence alone.|
He spoke with a voice that resonated across dimensions, filled with earnestness and Immensity that made the air itself tremble with the weight of his sincerity.
Noah felt his existence buzzing as he smiled toward Ul’moreth.
"There is much to be done, but first... let’s get you decked out."
As he said this, he closed his eyes and thrust his hand out to empty space as he accessed THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers!
Inside of it, his hand appeared like a phantom over the treasure vault where the items he could not previously grasp still waited. He reached toward two things that had resisted his collection before.
He looked toward his teacher as he said with a smile that held anticipation.
"Let’s use your power as an Absolute to pull out a few things from a coffin."
The moment he said this, the Weavings of Undifferentiated Fate wrapped around Ul’moreth in obsidian-gold light!
A hairy hand thrust out from the mass of strands that was now THE Big Stepper!
It delved into the pocket of space Noah had opened, quickly burning blue-gold to mimic Noah’s aura as it reached into THE Absolute Existential Palace of THE Weavers!
And then it pulled!
BOOM!
Massive Golden Scissors gushed out of the pocket with authority that made reality itself groan in protest!
THE Axiom of Absolute Denial followed, its crystalline form of impossible geometry blazing with obsidian threaded with gold that spoke of power beyond what most beings could comprehend!
Ul’moreth grasped them both!
Noah looked at his teacher grasping the Golden Scissors, of which there were two more sets remaining in the Tomb of THE Weavers, in one hairy hand, and THE Axiom of Absolute Denial in another.
The aura Ul’moreth radiated was grand beyond description.
And Noah could not help but appreciate how truly nice it was for THE Living Paradox to send THE Weavers and all these gifts his way, only for him to give them to his Teacher instead.
Paradox had armed his enemies.
And those enemies were now arming Noah’s allies.
The irony was delicious.
"There is much to be done, but let us go toward a friend who has an ability similar to the monstrous enemy that has taken over THE Secretive Eon."
"We have to see if THE Great Usurper can shed any light on how to at least discover and gain information on this enemy."


"I am immune."
BOOM!
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