Chapter 4619: Imagine It! II Ul’moreth leaned forward with building intensity. |Imagine the possibilities that would open for Ginnu Lifeforms across all of Ginnungagap. For the advancement and protection of The First Tongue itself. For reshaping how power operates at the highest levels of Existence.| The words carried tremendous weight and dangerous implications. Mammon smiled internally at hearing such bold declarations, though his expression remained carefully neutral. |Mm, I can imagine such outcomes. I can absolutely imagine them. But the words you are saying right now are profoundly dangerous, old friend. If THE Creature, who actively seeks to encompass all of Existence under his authority, ever hears you speak like this about elevating a potential rival...| He shook his head with what seemed like genuine concern. |You have to be more careful, Ul’moreth. You never know who might be listening to conversations like this one. But setting that aside for the moment, you say you will throw your full weight behind him, and you expect to convince me and the other settlement leaders to do the same? Not everyone shares the same beliefs and values as you. Many would see this as foolish risk.| At these words, Ul’moreth smiled with absolute confidence. |Once they see him in action, they will believe. Once they witness what he can accomplish with proper support, doubt will transform into conviction. I mean, just look at him right now.| He gestured down toward the arena. The scene below showed the THE Surface Depth entity with The Way of Nature becoming fully suppressed by Noah’s relentless assault. Multiple Logos wrapped around the defeated entity as resistance finally collapsed. And in the very next moment, the entity disappeared entirely, drawn into THE Infinite Desmoterion as another prisoner. Thereafter, Noah’s valiant shout could be heard echoing across the space. |Again!| Without resting for even a moment, demanding the next challenge immediately. Ul’moreth smiled brilliantly at this display of relentless drive. He waved his hairy hand with casual authority. In the next instant, another distant cage opened as his brilliant obsidian-gold light reached inside, plucking the entity contained within before throwing them directly into the expanded arena. Ul’moreth had spoken freely and openly to Mammon because to him, this was similar to when he conversed with Ains. A friend he had known for an unfathomably long period of time across countless eons. To Ul’moreth, that was simply what Mammon represented. Nothing more, nothing less. A trusted companion he could share his thoughts with openly! --- Outside The Primordial Genesis Shore, at the very edge where reality transitioned into chaotic void, a desolate scene continued to unfold. Ains sat there with his fishing line cast out into murky waters, his posture unchanged from before. The smile remained fixed on his face, serene and peaceful. But crimson-gold tears continued falling from his eyes and nose, staining his features with the evidence of profound loss. His existence felt diminished, weak in ways that should not be possible for one who had once held such tremendous authority. Moments later, two powerful figures materialized at the edge of The Primordial Genesis Shore. THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin appeared with cautious deliberation, their senses extended outward to assess potential threats. They observed the figure of Ains fishing with growing confusion. Tor, THE First Hunger, spoke first with voice carrying genuine puzzlement. "My Hunger says this place holds the most promise for finding what we seek. It is a Ginnu Settlement, and there sits a Ginnu. Though why do his eyes seem so profoundly sad when he is merely fishing? And why does he feel so terrifyingly weak for one of his kind?" The questions hung in the air as they approached cautiously. And when they came within a certain distance, they both stopped instantly in shock. A terrifying type of power wrapped around this entire region, invisible but absolutely present. Bindings constructed from authority that transcended normal classification. THE Living Origin’s expression shifted to alarm as she spoke with a voice holding dawning horror. |This type of power...is something that only someone like THE Creature himself could produce! Or perhaps one of the other entities operating at that same unfathomable caliber!| She left the rest of the words unsaid, but the implications were clear. If there were bindings like this present, constructed with such overwhelming mastery, it meant either THE Creature or someone of equivalent power was here at this very moment. Or had been here recently enough that their work remained active. But why would they bind this particular Ginnu? What purpose could such an action serve? Tor’s expression became heavy with determination as he made his decision. "Let us find out what has occurred here." In the next moment, decillions of obsidian jaws manifested around him as he began to actively devour the bindings wrapping around the fisherman. His Way of Hunger expressed itself with full force, attempting to consume the unique weavings of a language through sheer hunger! HUUUM! An eruption of tremendous power crashed against Tor as he was knocked backward heavily. A deep gash opened across his mouth, blood seeping from the wound. But he did not relent, continuing to hunger for and devour whatever power was binding this region. His jaws multiplied exponentially, attacking the bindings from countless angles simultaneously. His eyes shone brighter and brighter with knowledge as he did so! "The...First Tongue!" ...! As he systematically dismantled the linguistic prison, he and THE Living Origin began to see the true state of Ains beneath the concealing authority. The blood running down his face became visible. The complete absence of Civilizational Authority within him became apparent. The utter devastation of his existence revealed itself. And finally, they could hear his words, repeated over and over in desperate loop. "Warn Ul’moreth. Warn the Anomaly. Warn Ul’moreth. Warn the Anomaly..." ...! Tor and THE Living Origin’s faces both went pale with shock. Anomaly? It had to be him! He was here, inside this settlement. But an entity of the caliber of THE Creature had actually arrived here before them and done this to a guardian of the settlement. What did this mean for what was occurring inside?!