As he said such terrifying words, an unfathomable Immensity that nobody could sense or see passed down.
It was the weight of all of THE First Tongue across Observable Existence pressing down on an Absolute...
And snuffing out absolutely everything!
Someone had failed their Claim on one of the four aspects of the Oldest Paradox of Existence.
And the penalty for failure... was annihilation.
Before Noah, the bodies of THE Weavers stood still.
"..."
No words.
No Immensity.
Nothing.
Even Noah breathed hard as if he couldn't half believe it had occurred. As if he couldn't believe it had worked!
He beckoned to his Heart and Grimoire.
They floated back to him.
His Heart reinserted itself into his chest, muscles closing around it as if welcoming it home. His Grimoire sank back into his existence, its pages closing with finality.
And a moment later...
His expression became heavy.
His existence buzzed with pain.
Crimson-gold blood began to leak from his nose and mouth.
