Rising Marine Lifeforms roared with valor and fear above the Sacred Waters while Noah entered a unique state of mind.
The sands were warm beneath his feet.
The Early Veiled Shore breathed softly, the tide whispering secrets from a early era very few understood.
And from within it, the mechanics stirred.
The corrective function of this sacred domain pulsed quietly, uninterested in morality or preference. The Early Veiled Shore would not tolerate more than twenty-five presences!
And so, as the prompt had echoed, the culling mechanism began!
Eleven presences. Blazing with compressed force. Marked by their Basic Glyphs of Water. One- Refined.
Even without sight, he could feel their intention.
Corrective predators.
They were here to cleanse.
A soft wind blew across the sand, brushing his shoulder like a warning. But Noah did not move. He had already spoken.View the correct content at freewe.bn(o)vel.c(o)m
And when he gave a command, the world would adjust.
Behind him, Moiraine moved.
Her wings tucked behind her, her form wrapped in white-gold Paradoxical light that burned against the horizon like a second sun. She rose from the sand with neither haste nor spectacle, just glorious paradoxical presence.
HUUM!
Liora stepped back unconsciously, gripping her forged glass bucket tight. Henry narrowed his eyes. Even the Emperor Penguin, usually brash and boastful, tilted his head in wary awe.
The Early Living Marine Lifeforms had their Glyphs pulse with blue-white brilliance, refined and brutal. The Refined Glyph flared brightest, the air around it shaking as storms of existence would bloom from it!
But Moiraine... didn’t flinch.
The surges of pressure- those condensed glyphic authorities attempted to coil around her.
And...
They failed.
Not one tendril of power made it past her skin.
They could not wrap around her. Not because she blocked them, but because they were simply not allowed.
She looked at them with shining eyes.
She regarded them as if they were sacred. As if their birth, their aggression, their very existence was something she revered. Because to her, they were.
They came from this shore.
And everything born of this shore of an Early Creature was to be handled delicately!
It was a gift.
Her hand rose slowly.
HUUM!
A tap.
No gesture of violence.
Just a touch.
And with that...
BOOM!
Eleven white-gold boxes bloomed into existence.
Perfect squares, each side engraved with paradoxical script. They folded over the Marine Lifeforms in an instant.
Then came nothing.
The ocean stilled.
The auras vanished.
Only the boxes remained.
It took less than a second, and this was mainly because Moiraine glanced at them and took in their wonder!
Noah turned at last, watching as Moiraine floated back down toward him. The boxes glided beside her, smooth and radiant. Her expression, as always, was poised.
"They are now within my [Schrödinger’s Boxes]," she said softly. "Until you open them, they exist in both states, alive and dead. The moment the box opens, the latter becomes truth."
Noah nodded as a prompt bloomed before him.
|All Early Living Marine Lifeforms have been eliminated. In a near indeterminate amount of time, another Wave will appear to correct the violation of the Population of the Early Veiled Shore.|
He read it. Dismissed it.
It was good.
The more that came, the more he would gain.
His eyes drifted toward Moiraine, who stood again at full height. Her halos shimmered behind her, her posture impeccable. Her gaze was still reverent. Still distant.
A shame, he thought!
He had not lost her, but the version of her who looked at him with mutual curiosity... that version had gone since she saw him as an Early Creature!
He would see about returning their relationship to what it was before she knew of his distinction later.
But for now...
He looked past her, to the collection of faces that had gathered nearby. His son- Henry, Kazuhiko, Barbatos, Adelaide, the Emperor Penguin, and the many others who had arrived in these shores.
He spoke quietly.
"This land is a place of Complexity and Purity," he said, his voice carried by the folds of mist. "Resources will continue to rise from the waters. Moiraine will take care of them."View the correct content at freewe.bn(o)vel.c(o)m
He looked at each of them. They waited.
"And the rest of you..."
He gestured toward the great black Wok embedded near the center of the shore.
The Auriamundus, the Crownscale Glimmer, still sizzled within, its scent curling through the air in a glorious allure.
"...can cook."
His hand moved through the air once, and from the sizzling flesh, chunks of glistening meat sliced off, flying gently into the open hands of each person there.
"And Eat."
The aroma was already making their existences buzz.
But the moment they bit and devoured...
BOOM!
It happened all at once.
An eruption of purity. Of complexity. Of memory and potential blooming into one.
Those from the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence who were arduously working for their complexity...
Their Towers of Origin began to form at this moment!
Hundreds of thousands of Lattices of Origin emerged within them, their foundations taking root right away!
Their auras grew brighter. Sharper.
The birth of new Originus Venerants had begun from a single bite of meat!
Moiraine, who had taken a single piece of meat with clinical precision, paused mid-bite as her gaze turned to him again in marvel and respect.
She chewed slowly, eyes never leaving him.
Noah turned his head, voice smooth.
"When your Realms stabilize," he said, "use the sand. Forge glass tools. Water the three trees at the center of the Shore."
He motioned toward the glowing trio of crystalline trees that pulsed softly near the heart of the Shores.
"Some of you can cook. Others can do these other tasks. If you want to test yourselves again Early Living Marine Lifeform, just let Moiraine know."
After he said this, his gaze went toward his mother.
Amelia Osmont stood tall, her presence now flickering with her own rising resonance.
As he spoke of cooking, her smile came as she walked over as if she understood.
"Alright," she said softly, brushing a hand through her vibrant hair. "I’ll make meals out of these fish for my son."
The words were mundane.
The moment was anything but.
Noah nodded towards his mother before he turned around.
He sat down, finally, on the sands of the Early Veiled Shore.
The waters continued to pulse.
The mist circled quietly beyond.
He gazed forward, where silence met sea.
He had lost many things.
But now... it was time to rebuild.
And the rebuilding would be magisterial and unfathomably quintessential!
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