To this day, the feeling of perceiving something new from following strings of destiny, fate, or really Mana, felt unique for Noah.
It was like being connected to an endlessly vast sea he should have no way of accessing, and yet he was. The threads of fate stretched in every direction simultaneously, countless golden strands representing possibilities and connections and paths that his awareness could follow toward destinations his conscious mind had not yet identified. Every thread led somewhere. Every strand connected to something. The sea was infinite in scope, and his perception was merely a vessel sailing across its surface.
And Infinite Undifferentiated Fate felt even grander than anything he had touched before.
His Countable Infinities extended his perception in sequential progressions that allowed him to tap into and connect with the vast stretches of his authority spreading across Observable Existence. He searched for keywords, for resonances, for connections that would lead him toward targets worthy of demonstration.
His Infinities had spread through corrupted proto-matter in THE Prima Indifferentia. His Seals had scattered across regions he had never personally visited. His influence touched countless territories through harvest and connection and the simple fact that Infinity, once released, did not stop expanding.
He perceived many things through those connections.
Existence was vast and the information was countless, so Noah focused on something more local.
Something within reach of his current position.
Something that would serve as an appropriate test for what he had built.
Within moments, he saw multiple golden threads that burned brighter than the others around them.
One led to a Formless Terror that had emerged from THE Prima Indifferentia and was currently drifting through THE Wastes with purpose that his perception could not immediately discern. The creature was ancient by the standards of complex life, its churning mass dense with absorbed corruption that made it more dangerous than it had been before awakening.
Another thread led to a Shelter of THE Loom that was currently under siege, its defenders struggling against an Undivided One that had broken through its outer barriers. The beings within were fighting for survival.
How ridiculous it was that grand Early Creatures...were now mere beings fighting for survival!
And then a third thread led to something more interesting entirely.
An Undivided One and multiple Formless Terrors that seemed about to come into conflict with each other in a region of THE Wastes not far from his current position. Four entities of tremendous power preparing to clash over territory or hunger or whatever motivations drove such beings toward violence.
"It’s decided."
Noah came to a decision.
Noah waved his hand, and the Tetras Apeiron responded to his command with precision that spoke of the connection between master and forces bound through Infinity.
Skoll circled Noah happily, the very good boy’s Infinite-enhanced form eager for whatever adventure was about to unfold.
And then Noah stepped forward onto what he imagined to be endless strings of Infinity.
The threads of fate and Mana that he had perceived through Infinite Undifferentiated Fate became pathways that his existence could traverse. He did not teleport in the conventional sense, did not fold space or breach dimensional barriers or utilize any of the standard methodologies for rapid travel. He simply took himself infinitely across the strings, his existence sliding along connections that his Infinities had already established.
The Infinite Absolute Seals that stretched out across existence served as waypoints for his passage.
He passed through one Seal and then another, each one a marker along the infinite path he was traversing. Sequential progression carried him forward in Countable steps that occurred faster than conventional perception could track, each step bringing him closer to his destination while his forces followed through the connections he had established.
And then he arrived.
THE Wastes of THE Fallout spread before him with the familiar desolation that characterized this corrupted region. Proto-matter churned in the distance. Corruption permeated the atmosphere. And directly ahead, four entities of tremendous power occupied a clearing where conflict was about to erupt.
The Undivided One was massive.
Its form resembled something between a serpent and a centipede, countless segments of writhing darkness connected by joints that burned with obsidian light. Multiple heads emerged from its forward segments, each one bearing features that shifted between reptilian and insectoid configurations. Its authority pressed against the surrounding space with weight that Noah’s perception immediately measured against his previous experiences.
About the same level as Bazuman.
The three Formless Terrors were equally impressive in their own churning way.
The first resembled a vast amoebic mass studded with countless eyes that opened and closed in patterns suggesting awareness distributed across its entire form. The second had shaped itself into something resembling a massive crustacean, armored segments protecting a core of pure undifferentiation that pulsed with hunger.
The third was the most chaotic of the three, its form constantly shifting between configurations that included tentacles, wings, claws, and appendages that had no analog in any taxonomy Noah had encountered. It was an ugly fucker.
Their auras held similar weight to the Undivided One.
It was like facing four Bazumans simultaneously.
Their primitive awareness processed what had just appeared before them, and for perhaps the first time in their ancient existences, something approaching hesitation crossed their churning forms. They were creatures of undifferentiation, beings that had existed since before most life had emerged, entities that had consumed countless victims across eons of hunting.
"This is a test."
"Do your best to persevere."
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