Nakatsukuni.
The illusory screen hovering within Sadakar’s domain displayed devastation of Noah’s battle in The Wastes.
Noah watched his other body through the feed. The three newly arrived Primordial Architects filled the screen with presence that made even this distant observation feel heavy.
And then the Calymmian entity among them, Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence, dispersed the broadcast entirely with authority that simply refused its continued existence!
The screen went dark.
Naldine Manthon looked at Noah with expression that shifted through several configurations before settling on exhausted acceptance. She raised one hand to massage her forehead, fingers pressing against skin that seemed suddenly weary despite the power contained within her foundations. Her singularity-dotted eyes closed briefly as if she needed a moment to process what she had just witnessed.
She then looked toward Noah calmly, her mouth opening as if she was about to deliver rebuke that had been building since the broadcast began.
But she observed his demeanor here in this body, the complete absence of concern despite the fact that his other self now faced three Proterozoic Scale entities including one at the Calymmian Tier. He sat there with composure!
Whatever rebuke she had prepared dissolved into something more practical.
"Just... tell me where you are."
Her voice emerged measured despite the tension underlying it.
Noah looked toward her with eyes that held the same calm his other body was displaying across the vast distances separating them. The golden light of Observable force that continued flooding through his existence via Eon’s pathways made his presence here feel warmer than it had before.
"Maybe I do not need any help."
"..."
The words carried no arrogance, only statement of possibility.
Naldine’s expression hardened into something more firm.
"They will not kill your body. They will capture you."
She stepped closer to where he sat, her radiant white hair shifting with movement that seemed almost aggressive in its precision.
"Again. Tell me where you are."
The distinction she drew was important. Death was one thing. Capture was another entirely. Death could be overcome through the bodies he maintained across Observable Existence. Capture meant many more things.
Noah smiled at these words.
He waved his hand, and a vibrant singularity of information materialized between them. Coordinates and spatial markers and navigational data compressed into a form that Naldine could process instantly, the location of his other body laid bare for her to find.
She absorbed the information without acknowledgment, her attention already shifting toward the Singular Cognizance who had been observing this exchange in silence.
Naldine looked at Sadakar with gaze that held no softness.
"We all must choose sides, Sadakar."
Her voice pressed against the stellar atmosphere of this space with conviction.
"Moloch and the Peasant are here as we speak. They stand at your door, waiting to see what you will do. You can decide how you wish to handle them."
The white-blue singularity within its shifting cube pulsed with light. Sadakar had maintained neutrality across eons that most current beings could not comprehend. Being forced to choose now, in this moment, clearly did not sit well with an entity that had built its entire existence around avoiding such choices.
Naldine did not wait for his response.
She turned to Noah.
"I will go extract your other body. Send this body here away and do not try to add a Singular Cognizance as your enemy as well right now."
Her singularity-dotted eyes blazed with intensity that demanded compliance.
"You have enough enemies for one day."
With these words, she disappeared.
The stellar atmosphere of Sadakar’s domain settled into silence that pressed against Noah’s awareness. He remained alone with a Singular Cognizance, an entity from before differentiation, a consciousness that had observed existence learn how to exist.
Instead of leaving, Noah actually sat down in a meditative position.
His body settled into stillness that suggested he had no intention of departing anytime soon.
Sadakar’s contained brilliance shifted within its cube as that ancient attention fixed upon him.
"You will not be leaving?"
"It may be time for me to have another conversation with Erwin."
...!
"And hey, I do not get the chance to talk to Singular Cognizances often. I am curious for anything you might know and share regarding existence."
"What would make someone like you choose a side, if there was any side? I do not even know the full scope of factions among Primordial Architects. Just a little view of it."
Even now, he wanted to seek justice for them and the idea of utilizing them. They were his creations, his forces, his expressions of power that should have meant something against the enemies he faced. But until he affirmed himself at heights where such forces became relevant, they had to remain something he worked with in the background.
But back to Proterozoic Scale entities.

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