After Noah looked at the details of the most powerful one, his eyes became heavier.
Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence!
Calymmian Tier. Ninety-four percent Proterozoic Bone coverage. Four Proterozoic Organs, each one devastating in its own right. A being who had been cultivating power since before most current existences learned to crawl, who had accumulated authority that made Beowulf seem like a junior!
He had come across a truly sturdy wall.
But no matter.
Adversity was Adversity. He could never choose a comfortable level for it, could never tell existence to send him someone he could manage. That was not how growth worked. That was not how someone climbed from nothing to something that made hierarchies seem irrelevant.
He had an enemy before him he could not manage.
The first thing to do was obvious.
’Set him as a target of THE Hadean Existential Singularity.’
He sent the command to RUINATION within his foundations.
|Command Received: Hadean Existential Singularity target designation.|
|Current targets: Beowulf, THE Primordial Armor (Slot 1). Erwin, THE Living Paradox (Slot 2).|
|New target: Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence.|
|Designation: Slot 3.|
|Hadean Existential Singularity siphoning commencing.|
|Siphoning from Grimvault: Observable understanding, Unobservable understanding, Infinity comprehension, cultivation progress, Proterozoic Organ musings...|
|Target possesses significantly greater power than you. Siphoning efficiency reduced greatly.|
|Extended exposure required for meaningful extraction. Combat engagement will accelerate siphoning through direct contact.|
Noah looked over at the three Primordial Architects who were waiting for his response to their offer of diplomacy.
He opened his mouth obscenely wide.
He took larger bites, his teeth cracking through the remaining Proterozoic Bone of Beowulf with sounds that echoed across the destroyed battlefield. Crimson gold fluid sprayed with each violent mastication as he devoured what remained of that bone in moments rather than the measured consumption he had been performing before. The material ground between his molars and slid down his throat in chunks that should have been impossible to swallow.
He burped.
The sound was crude and deliberate, a punctuation to his consumption that communicated everything words could not.
"I wonder... how your bones will taste."
HUUM!
They came and spoke of diplomacy.
The constructs that had been transmitting his confrontation with Beowulf, that had shown his torture of a Second Scale entity to all who cared to watch, simply ceased to exist as Grimvault’s authority pressed against them with force that refused their continued presence. The connection to Observable Existence was severed in an instant.
"Do you think you are the only ones who banded together?"
His voice emerged with a challenge that pressed against their combined authority.
"Do you think I am alone?"
HUUM!
He said such ominous words as the brutal eyes of the Primordial Architects squinted.
Grimvault’s wolf skull helm tilted slightly, pale fires flickering. Vahrkosis’s serpentine coils stilled, all forty-seven arms pausing their preparation as something in Noah’s words demanded consideration.
The ominous air and immensity rose higher and higher.
The atmosphere itself congealed around them, thickening with authority that pressed against awareness from multiple directions. The multicolored rain of the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity that had been resuming after their initial disruption began to whip up into a storm, droplets swirling!
Because the bones of the Primordial Architect at the very forefront had glimmers of Infinity flowing through them.
Grimvault...was utilizing Infinity.
Not the same as Noah’s, not the endless wellspring that defined his existence, but traces of it woven through those Proterozoic Bones.
His mere presence stated with absolute clarity what his words did not need to speak.
Bring out whomever the fuck you wanted to bring out.

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