This time around as well, THE Creature did not reply.
That also should have been its own answer.
Origin smiled at this non-answer as she began to walk away from the temple, her steps light despite the weight of everything that had been said.
"I am happy for you. I really am."
Her voice carried no happiness at all.
"I wish you the best, O Creature."
BOOM!
With such words, she walked away and did not look back.
The multicolored flames around THE Creature pulsed faintly as he looked out from the temple, watching her descend the steps toward where THE First Hunger waited. His eyes were filled with unknown Immensities and wonder, contemplating paths that only he could see and outcomes that only he could understand.
He had lost something today.
Whether that loss was worth what he had gained remained to be seen.
—
Origin left the temple with light steps, her form descending the ancient stones with grace that belied the emotional weight she had been carrying. Even though her body radiated terrifying waves of Absolute power that made the very air around her tremble with respect, her eyes felt light and her breathing felt free.
As if she had released a heavy weight that had been pressing against her shoulders since the moment she had been reconstructed.
She reached the bottom of the steps where she had left Hunger, and she found him exactly where she had asked him to wait. His dark hair still flowed past his shoulders. His crimson eyes still burned with the light of all Inevitabilities. His posture was still relaxed but attentive, ready for whatever came next.
He rose as she approached.
She reached out toward THE First Hunger, offering her hand.
He took it.
His fingers wrapped around hers with warmth that THE Creature’s apologies had lacked, with presence that felt immediate and real rather than distant and calculating. She had been given her answer by THE Creature, and in this gesture, in this offered hand, she gave her answer to Hunger.
THE First Hunger turned to stare at the distant visage of THE Creature still visible within the temple, his crimson eyes holding a murky gaze that contained depths of emotion he rarely displayed.
Then he pulled gently on her hand, and the two of them began to walk down the mountain together.
Not once had he believed he would lose against THE Creature.
Not once had he doubted that his patience would be rewarded.
And so far, it seemed like at least at this time, THE First Hunger had won.
He walked down a mountain holding the hand of an Absolute, and the twilight of Alfheimr seemed to burn brighter around them as they descended.
—
Far from Alfheimr.
In a region that could be considered within the spaces between spaces, where the boundaries of Observable Existence grew thin and the rules that governed reality became suggestions rather than laws, the figure of THE Creature was situated back to back with the figure of Anaximander.

"What is this?"
"It would be much easier to explain in a few seconds."

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