<Unknown Record>
Very few knew who THE Youngest actually was across Observable Existence.
They heard stories. Whispers passed between beings who had witnessed fragments of his journey or felt the tremors of his Causes rippling through regions they called home.
They knew of him as the anomalous entity who wielded Infinity, the impossible existence who conducted endless authority seamlessly. His name circulated through the conversations of Primordial Architects and Singular Cognizances alike.
Most had never met him. Most were still looking for him.
They searched through Primordial Realms and hidden domains, following traces of Infinity that led nowhere, hunting an entity who moved faster than their schemes could track. They wanted to study him, use him, break him down into components they could understand and replicate. They spent time planning for a confrontation they assumed would go in their favor.
Then he began to pull out his spear.
Many would intimately come to know THE Youngest after that moment. They would learn exactly who he was and what he could do. They would understand, with perfect clarity, why the stories had failed to capture the truth of what he represented.
Their understanding lasted nanoseconds before the darkness of collapse overcame them.
Pity the souls that ever faced the end of that spear. Pity them, mourn them, and forget them. Because nothing remained of those existences worth remembering.
-Observation recorded in the aftermath of THE Hadean Decimations, author presumed dissolved
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Noah grasped THE Hadean Spear of Civilization in his hand as he floated down gently toward the golden sands.
The grains cradled his figure when he landed, settling around his feet as if welcoming him back to solid ground. He put his other hand on his chest and sensed the terrifying pressure of THE Hadean Organ of Civilization pulsing within, its presence now unmistakable in ways it hadn’t been before the transformation. The organ had gained new capabilities.
The prison within him had changed.
Civilizational Eons of Development would now be generated through THE Hadean Organ of Civilization. One had already passed during the initial transformation, accelerating everything within THE Hadean Desmoterion beyond what normal time dilation could achieve. He had one more available. And he could utilize it to have his imprisoned self within him take that step and become a Second Scale existence.
With existence being so vast and full of terrors, this wasn’t something he would ever deny.
"Utilize the Civilizational Eon of Development."
He spoke the command lightly, as if ordering a meal rather than triggering a transformation that would reshape part of his own existence.
HUUM!
Prompts bloomed before his vision immediately.
|Command Accepted|
|The remaining Civilizational Eon of Development has been utilized.|
|THE Hadean Organ of Civilization is carrying out prolific, comprehensive, and quintessential advancement within THE Hadean Desmoterion. An entire eon will pass within the next ten seconds. Results will be displayed upon completion.|
|Time Remaining: 10 seconds|
...!
Noah smiled brilliantly at the words.
Ten seconds out here. An entire eon in there. His other self would have lifetimes to accomplish what needed accomplishing while Noah barely had time to examine what he’d already gained.
He proceeded to grasp his spear properly and look at it while the seconds began to tick down.
The weapon felt light within his hands despite carrying the terrifying power of his Infiniverse’s Observable and Unobservable weavings multiplied by a factor of ten and then raised by an exponent of three.
The spear responded to his grip as if it weighed nothing at all. The crystalline shaft hummed against his palms, resonating with his heartbeat in ways that made him feel like the weapon had always been part of him.
He needed to get a feel for it.
Noah raised the spear above his head and swung it down once in a simple vertical arc.
The motion began slowly, almost lazily, the crystalline weapon cutting through air that suddenly felt thick with potential. As the spearhead descended, something emerged around the shaft that made Noah’s eyes widen with genuine surprise.
Two rivers of misty light began swirling around the weapon.
The first river was clear, almost invisible, perceptible only through the way it bent light around itself. It moved like smoke given purpose, coiling around the spear’s shaft in patterns that seemed to follow rules Noah couldn’t immediately identify.
This force felt cold in ways that had nothing to do with temperature, pressing against his awareness with the sensation of everything that existed beyond perception’s reach.
The Unobservable.
The Observable.


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