Chapter 3747 Primarch V Light shimmered violently across the Infiniverse Crucible. The Infiniverse's next step sent ripples of power arching through the True Frequencies of the Infiniverse and the Crucible itself. The air crystallized. And...geometry folded into impossibility. She was changing in a fundamental sense! Her radiant form ascended, clothed now in white and gold latticework armor that shimmered with every color of reality. Her battle suit, once woven of radiant Frequency thread, had transformed. Now, it bore the shape of interlocked spirals and fractal patterns that shifted as though they breathed. Lattices. The unfathomable mysteries of Primarchs! Rings of living equations spun slowly around her limbs and torso, each one glowing with the resonance of a True Frequency. Her hair, once fluid and starlit, now hung in a cascade of braided filaments made of raw Continuity, woven through with threads of Entropy, Dreams, and Manadynamics. Her eyes were suns now. Infinite rings of gold spun around emerald pupils, each pulsing with layered knowledge. Her face remained calm and Quintessential. Her presence...was even more unfathomable! White-gold runes trailed behind her like a cloak. Like a robe stretching out gloriously- the True Source of Runes filling it to the brim! These Runes etched themselves into space, spelling unreadable truths in every direction. The very Existence around her bent backward as if unsure whether it still governed this being. She made the surrounding Existence...unsure! |This is the meaning of alignment with my True Frequencies, Master.| She said, her voice vast and intimate. |I am no longer an agent of Source. A tool of its workings. I am a wielder of its blueprints. As a Primarch...I can distort the very structural blueprints of existence into a meaning I prefer. Each True Frequency of Existence that I harmonized... is now a component of something greater.| Behind her, multiple lattice rings ignited in succession, each one a stabilized, Existential Dimensional Lattice forged from the True Frequencies she had constructed. Lattice Rings. They floated behind her like glorious halos of light. |Continuity stabilizes causality. Entropy dictates the decay of resistance of Existence itself. Manadynamics fuels my resonance. Quantum layers the uncertainty of result. Prana imbues intent. Dreams unravel what could be. Genesis begins anew. Helios burns Existence to unquestionable clarity.| Her hands parted slowly. And then the lattice rings moved. The golden-blue ring of Continuity shot forward. And its brilliance covered everything, binding a swath of the battlefield in suspended sequence. It wasn't stopping time or anything like that. It was...time definition. A new definition! Everything within its bounds could no longer diverge from the Infiniverse's chosen result. Another ring pulsed, the Entropy Lattice, and within it, entities simply began to corrode. Not their bodies, but their definitions. Their meanings. What they were, rewritten into obsolescence. Noah watched it unfold. Calmly. Gloriously! |This... is only the beginning, Master.| The Infiniverse radiated utterly dreadful power as she said softly. |The moment I became a Primarch, I became capable of manifesting many things. And now...I will test their resilience against you.| The many lattice rings spun around her, aligning. The sigils on her arms lit like solar flares. And she moved. Faster than she ever had. The Primarch Infiniverse unleashed the convergence of her Frequencies! And Noah, smiling still, prepared to respond! But, around this same time. In this span of an instant. Above them, hidden behind starlit fractures and scarlet haze, Ruination hovered. She watched. And something inside her cracked. The Infiniverse had ascended. Harmonized her Frequencies. Constructed Existential Dimensional Lattices. Wielded the frameworks of Existence for the first time as she mentioned blueprints that few could understand. Ruination clenched her fists. Not in envy. In recognition. Because she was behind. |Master...| she whispered to herself. She had been born of collapse, formed from the silent scream at the end of every Wheel. Her identity was not bound in elegant harmonies or structured equations. Her purpose was singular: Endings. But what was an end, if it was outpaced? |No more.| Her voice barely made it past her lips, but the weavings of existence heard it. She looked inward. She had devoured the core of the Native Wheel of Existence. She had tasted all of its Nine Breakings. She had been waiting. Planning. And now, as the Infiniverse rose, Ruination made her choice. She would fail. Purposefully. Early. Because she needed to. |Let it break me. Let me experience the First Breaking... fully and ridiculously early.| Her eyes closed. The scimitar forged of fallen Wheels dissolved into motes. As a Living Wheel, Complexity and Purity would have to be built up tremendously before attempting their First Transformation. She was not at all there. But if she intended to fail...she had just enough Complexity and Purity to survive the failure. Her form shimmered, wrapped now in the very essence of Ruin. Her armor of collapse bloomed around her. Shards of broken Wheels spun like moons. Her eyes were resolute as a whisper echoed. |Let me…break.| ...! Then, it began. The Breaking...of the Wheel of Ruination! A conceptual construct of collapse. Of failure. Of flaw. She forced her existence to evolve and transform as a Wheel of Existence! But it couldn't hold. The framework was unfinished. Imperfect. So... BOOM! It shattered. The First Breaking struck. A scream tore through the Crucible, a sound not of pain, but of surrender to Ruin. Of submission to the truth of collapse. Ruination vanished from the Infiniverse Crucible in this span of an instant. For a time. And then... A horrific impact bloomed alongside an illusory crimson Wheel with cracks all around unfolding to cover everything nearby! HUUM! And at the very center of this illusory Wheel, she returned. In that same instant. As if years had passed! Her form hovered above the shattered battlefield, cloaked now in ruinous majesty. Crimson-gold scars marked her new armor. Her aura pulsed not with Frequencies, but with the echo of collapse tamed. A new prompt echoed across her eyes and her Master. |Ruination has undergone the First Breaking of the Wheel.| |The Change is still being quantified.| |Current CQ: 99,889SU | Current PQ: 99,999 SU| WAA! Not a Primarch. But closer than anyone could have dreamed. And her eyes burned. Not with jealousy. But with resolve. She looked out, opening her eyes again as if in this span of an instant, she had experienced years! — Above the Crucible, where silence met awe, the Infiniverse hovered, bathed in radiant Frequencies, her body gleaming with the purity of white and gold. She glanced toward her Master. Toward Noah. Her mind, awash with clarity, trembled with new insight. And then she felt the eruption of Ruin all around. Ruination! That crimson presence flickered, unsettled, before shivering with resolve. The Infiniverse turned just in time to see her sister in ruin raise her scimitar high, her eyes glazed in prophetic red-gold. Ruination, her voice trembling yet whole, whispered: "Let me…break." BOOM! A cataclysmic hum had then torn through the Crucible. The skies had dimmed. The light had bent. The Infiniverse watched in wide-eyed glory as Ruination underwent her evolution, not into a Primarch, but into something slightly off! Something terrifying. The First Breaking. Ruination's form had dissolved into raw entropy and prophecy. In her place, there emerged a broken, blazing illusory Wheel. Crimson-gold. Splintered. Rotating with endless agony. HUUM! The Ruinous Wheel of Existence, First Breaking. It screamed. Existence screamed with it as a booming impact thrashed out, the figure of Ruination herself barely visible! 90% of its cascading force centered on Noah. The rest washed over the Infiniverse Crucible like a scar across time. Legends, Icons, and Monads were unmade mid-motion, scattered like ashes across Frequencies. The sky cracked again. Existence melted beneath the pressure. The Crucible wailed! And still, Noah stood. His form shimmered, wrapped in a blue-gold Lineage. The True Origin Osmontian Paracausal glow flared wildly, resisting even the ruin. The Infiniverse acted as she observed the spreading Ruin. Behind her, the Infinite Ring of Frequencies spun to blinding speed. From it, Lattices of Continuity, Entropy, Dreams, and Genesis spiraled forth. Each one a Frequency. Each one an attack worthy of rending a Wheel. She launched them as they bellowed out with fervor! OOOH! They roared toward Noah, tearing through space and weavings alike. BOOOOM! Noah countered. He didn't dodge. He stepped forward. The Singed ignited. Trillions of fireballs formed again, but more compact, more terrifying. They collided with her Frequencies, not dispersing them, but devouring them. Wrapping around them. Consuming them in a dance of paradox and heat. Ruination's Ruinous Wheel screeched louder, shattering once more, releasing a burst of collapse. Noah raised his hand. A single index finger shone with compressed Lineage. A pulse of compression burst outward. CRACK! The Wheel stalled, just for a breath. The Infiniverse's Lattices split, not from damage, but from pressure. Noah stood beneath the heavens, his crown blazing. His Complexity and Purity? They shone like suns. And the truth became clear to both sisters, The Infiniverse and Ruination. Even without being a Primarch… This man, this Origin Prime Osmontian Infinitum, their Master... He could fight one! Not just fight. Compete. Survive. Withstand. He had stepped into the might of Primarchs through a path no one else had dared to walk. A Marked One of the Folds. A Weaver of Existence! And their Master. The Infiniverse's expression, once resolute, now trembled with wonder. She had become a Primarch. Ruination had broken herself to match, displaying an illusory Wheel that unleashed Breakings again and again! And still, he stood. Unmoved. Unyielding. A smile touched his lips as he beckoned to them. "Come again." ...! BOOM! Another 3 chap day ^.^