The impact created devastation that spread across the remaining multicolored seas like a wound expanding through flesh.
Everything within ten light years of their collision simply disappeared, transformed into nothing by forces that existence itself could not withstand. Noah felt his arm screaming with pain, his bones burning with transformation that was being forced toward completion by the violence demanding expression through them.
He held his ground.
Barely!
His feet, if feet could be said to exist in this space of floating combat, pressed against nothing and found purchase anyway. His foundations refused to retreat further. His will, that tyrannical certainty that had defined him since before he understood what power meant, declared that he would not be moved!
Fuck that!
|Hadean Bone Formation: 78% complete.|
|Observable Force influx: Critical volume achieved.|
|Transformation acceleration detected.|
Beowulf pressed harder, putting everything behind the strike that was supposed to end Noah’s existence. His armored face contorted with effort that seemed inappropriate for someone who should have been ending this exchange with casual superiority. He was struggling!
THE Primordial Armor was struggling against a First Scale entity.
|Hadean Bone Formation: 89% complete.|
Golden light erupted from Noah’s right hand with brilliance that painted the destroyed battlefield in hues that had nothing to do with the multicolored seas that had previously occupied this space.
His bones blazed with transformation reaching completion, Observable force crystallizing into golden rivers around him that declared his hand to be something fundamentally different from what it had been moments before.
|Hadean Bone Formation: 95% complete.|
|Hadean Bone Formation: 99% complete.|
|Hadean Bone Formation: Complete.|
HUUM!
Noah’s right hand became visible through his flesh as the bones within shone with imperious gold that pressed outward against the skin containing them.
Every structure within that hand blazed with light that declared transformation accomplished, authority crystallized into physical form through methodology that should not have been possible at THE First Scale.
His carpals glowed golden at his wrist. The metacarpals all radiated with Observable force that had been integrated into their very composition.
His metacarpals blazed with brilliance that extended from wrist to knuckles, five bones that now channeled authority their original design had never anticipated.
His phalanges shone brightest of all, fourteen bones forming his fingers and thumb that now grasped the Spear of Civilization with grip that could not be broken by any force Beowulf could bring to bear.
|Hadean Bone Formation Complete.|
|Designation: THE Hadean Hand of Infinite Grasp.|
|Components: All carpals, metacarpals, and phalanges... of right hand transformed through Observable Force integration.|
|Capability: Grip strength now theoretically infinite. Anything grasped cannot be released except by wielder’s will. Force channeled through hand is multiplied by a factor of Observable concentration.|
|Full capabilities unknown. Field testing in progress.|
...!
Noah grasped his Spear of Civilization with his newly transformed hand.
The weapon buzzed with resonance that seemed almost joyful, as if the crystalline armament recognized that its wielder had finally developed a grip worthy of what it contained. Observable and Unobservable forces swirled around the spear with intensity that exceeded anything he had channeled before, golden and clear rivers pressing outward from the weapon’s tip with fury that demanded release.
Beowulf felt the change.
The Primordial Architect’s eyes, invisible behind that armored helm, widened as he perceived what had just occurred within Noah’s existence. His hammer, still pressing down against the spear blocking it, began to vibrate with frequencies that suggested strain rather than dominance.
Noah smiled with tyranny that had no trace of mercy.
He pushed.

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