Noah waved his hand with a gesture that said this was simply just the beginning...that gratitude was premature when so much more remained to be accomplished.
And it truly was only the beginning.
He looked around and observed how many within his Early Veiled Shore continued to come forward and choose Primus Inevitabilities to become their blades and shields.
Even his mother, Amelia Osmont, came forward and selected a Primus inevitability as her body became covered by this glorious and terrifying Civilizational Armor.
Noah continued gazing at this glorious process with analytical focus.
When one truly stopped to contemplate it, what exactly did this moment in time mean for him based on his pure power alone and his Civilization’s capabilities?
One might look at this astonishing phenomenon today and think: Oh, it’s simply another elevation or power up in his arsenal. Another impressive achievement to add to his growing list.
But at this point in time, it actually marked terrifying and significant change.
For the first time in quite some time, and for the first time in the history of his Civilization, he gained what seemed to be overwhelming power!
And it was overwhelming in a way that many would only later come to understand!
To truly understand this significance, take into account just if any force had one million entities each at 100 Quintillion across the Transcendent Folds.
It did not exist.
Such a force did exist inside of THE Loom, but that was that grand place filled with multiple Primordial Civilizations that had been accumulating power across eons.
Outside that secured domain, no comparable force existed anywhere in Observable Existence.
Even if he was wrong and the Wandering Territories that held Collapsed Civilizations possessed significant numbers... he highly doubted they even held a few hundred thousand or even a few thousands that were at 100 Quintillion or higher.
The possible path with Goliath had shown thst he would meet a few at dozens of Quintillion and other at a few hundred Quintillion when he did proceed to find the Collapsed Civilizations!
But that was it.
Maybe he was wrong. He hoped he was wrong, as he loved for there to be more power and complexity out there than he even fathomed.
But it was unlikely, as a good reference point was the Sanctuary of The First Farmer, that ancient being who had cultivated for eons and yet his most powerful subordinates barely exceeded a few Quintillion.
Now, he did not just have one million of such entities.
He had four million at this moment.
And as the hours continued to pass within a full day, he would have one hundred million of such entities!
It was significant enough of a number for him to do many things that could bolster and elevate his Civilization in ways that he could not accomplish before.
Like...
He thought back to the unfavorable phantom process that had occurred when he simulated raiding the Desiccated Sleeping Shore that held a Living Elemental body of Schrodinger!
The Illusory Reality Avatars from THE Loom had appeared and decimated his forces...beings with Sextillions of power that had overwhelmed his capabilities!
But that simulation had assumed his forces numbered in dozens, maybe hundreds.
Not millions.
He smiled lightly as he commanded RUIN/EDEN.
’Do a small phantom process for the choice of heading to the Dessicated Sleeping Shore right now with the current standing of my Civilization.’
...!
|Calculating probabilities...|
Barely enough remaining Primus Mana Glyphs of Cheating Architect were available, but for this single simulation, they were there!
|The simulation unfolds like this...|
RUIN/EDEN told him of how this possible path would unfold, and as she did...he couldn’t help but smile!
His conviction was further affirmed as he nodded after listening.
He turned to look at the expanse of Primus Inevitabilities before him and his people who stood wrapped in Civilizational Armor, all pulsing with Civilizational Authority of Mana and Hunger.
"For those who wish to join the first excursion of our Primordial Civilization... it shall be an excursion to collapse a vessel of THE Living Paradox. We shall move against one of his bodies!"
The Avatars from THE Loom would appear once more. They would attempt to suppress his forces.
Hyperion came of retirement, bringing with him glorious Enders to fuse with The Primus Inevitabilities of Mana and Hunger!
The Primus Inevitability adorned Ozymandias in a Civilizational Armor of Mana and Hunger that made the already imposing figure even more terrifying.
Ozymandias spoke in a deep voice that carried weight of Infinite Hunger given vocal form!
HUUM!
BOOM!
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