And then, without even moving from his throne, THE Primordial Paradox tapped out with a single finger.
His voice carried across the frozen air of Helheim with weight that made reality itself pay attention.
"You are not whole."
The words were simple.
"Your form is not singular. Your existence is not unified. Your body is not continuous."
Each negation landed with weight that transcended physical force.
"You are not one."
BOOM!
The Absolute body of Impundulu split in half.
There was no attack. No force. No visible mechanism of destruction. One moment the lightning bird was whole, and the next moment it simply wasn’t. Its form divided down the middle with surgical precision, each half falling away from the other as if they had never been connected in the first place.
Because according to the Apophasis that had just been spoken, they hadn’t been.
Impundulu’s eyes showed sheer shock and terror in the fraction of a moment before its existence came apart. It had not been killed. It had been undefined. Its wholeness had been negated, and without wholeness, there was nothing holding its Absolute form together!
The two halves of what had been THE Storm That Hungers tumbled through the frozen air of Helheim, trailing lightning and disbelief in equal measure.
And Popobawa, the other Absolute who had descended with such confidence mere moments ago...
Looked on with incredulity.
Its single crimson eye was wide with an emotion that transcended fear! Its wings had stopped beating, leaving it hovering through will alone as its mind struggled to process what it had just witnessed.
Its expression asked a question that needed no words.
What the fuck?
THE Primordial Paradox hadn’t moved from his throne. Hadn’t exerted visible effort. Hadn’t done anything that looked like combat or conflict or even mild exertion.
He had simply spoken.
And an Absolute had been split in half.
This was the gap between those who held Claims among THE Four and those who merely aspired to such heights!
This was why Popobawa and Impundulu had failed to take Paradox for themselves across eons of trying. This was why THE Primordial Paradox could speak of Erwin’s betrayal with nonchalance rather than fear!
Because even being consumed from within, even with his authority being eaten away by an infection he couldn’t stop, he was still this.
Still capable of this!
Noah watched the display with eyes of brilliance.
This was what Absolute truly meant.
This was what he was working toward!
And someday, perhaps sooner than anyone expected, he would be capable of the same!
Noah had come across many dominating figures across his existence.
THE Creature and THE Primordial Chaos ranked among the top. He had felt their weight, their Immensity, the sheer pressure of existences that had accumulated power across eons that defied comprehension. They were benchmarks against which all other beings could be measured.
But he felt like this ranking might be getting changed.

"Apophasis comes in all forms and sizes."
"What I just utilised is a common form of it. Negations that I stated against other targets. Their wholeness was not present. Their form was not unified. Simple enough, really."

"Now, if I were to negate something of myself..."
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