He pushed the obsidian square toward Alexander, and waved his hand to manifest an illusory image above them.
An Ordnance, burning with Infinity. It hung in the air as a massive sphere wrapped in multicolored fire, its surface threaded with the obsidian-gold weavings of Noah’s power, the nine Prime Causes running across it and the Apocalypse Cause blazing at its heart.
It was beautiful in the way that catastrophic things were beautiful, a weapon designed with care, every weaving placed deliberately.
"This is THE Genesis Disinheritance," Noah said. "THE Infiniverse designed it with me, an answer to the Ordnances they sent us. It does not kill. It does something the Gilded Ones may find worse. When it detonates, it ravages across the Scales of Existence of everything it touches and violently rips out all of it. Their Civilizations. Their Egos. And especially their Infinity. It strips a Gilded One of everything they have built across their entire existence and leaves them with only the raw foundations of their bodies, decimating every step of progression they ever made on the Scales." He let the weight of it land.
"And it does not waste what it tears out. All that power, all those weavings pulled from millions of Gilded Ones, is collected. By THE Infiniverse, or in this instance... by whoever pushes the button."
He turned to Alexander.
"So. If you wish to take the step, to make the choice to jump back in, this is the most I can give you. A push of a button to decimate many of those responsible, while you devour the weavings of existence of millions of Gilded Ones in the process. Likely only the Fourth Scale Gilded Ones will be able to resist it. But we can go down personally after the fallout and take care of those ourselves." He held Alexander’s eyes. "What do you say?"
HUUM!
Alexander’s face became fearsome.
He took the Enneagram and smashed it into his chest, and the treasure sank into him, and his eyes blazed with returning brilliance as it settled back where it belonged. He touched the place over his heart where it had gone, and he shook his head slowly, something between grief and wonder moving across his features.
"I...cannot believe I truly gave it away," he said quietly. "That I was so far gone I handed away the only thing I had left." He looked at Noah.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything. For holding it. For coming back. For all of it."
Then he moved with decisiveness.
He reached out and took THE Genesis Disinheritance, the obsidian square with its single golden button, and without an ounce of hesitation, without a flicker of the man who had wanted to stop, he pressed it.
HUUUM!
Noah smiled at the scene as he looked at Alexander.
Was he really back? It seemed he might be. There was a steadiness in him now that had not been there before, the steadiness of a being who had stood up again and intended to stay standing.
Existence was fun. But it was no fun to go at it alone.
Noah had few friends, and he found it genuinely worthwhile to help the few he had when they stumbled. It was, perhaps, one of the only soft things left in him.
As he was thinking this, the Braneworld answered the button.
HUUM!
Space and dimensions began to crack, from below.
Unlike the Ordnances that had fallen on the Lower Observable Existence from above, descending from the sky onto a defenseless population, the ones THE Infiniverse had designed came from beneath!
The roars of vengeance, rising from below, carrying the weight of an entire Observable Existence’s worth of dead, answered at last.
Ruination observed, and Ruination recorded.

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