Chapter 4632: Infinite Potential II And just as the nine Agents were about to move forward to execute their predetermined targets, just as despair was settling over all the defenders... HUUM! Existence itself vibrated violently throughout this entire region of collapse. Directly in front of The Infiniverse, a blue-gold tear opened in the fabric of reality itself. And from it emerged a figure of unfathomable and glorious presence. An entity adorned in an imperious blue-gold robe that seemed woven from compressed potential itself. A spinning blue-gold crown materialized above his head, rotating slowly and radiating linguistic authority. His entire existence appeared ethereal and untouchable, as if he existed slightly out of phase with normal reality. His aura felt pure and true, carrying the weight of Infinite Potential waiting to be actualized. And yet his eyes at this moment shone with terrifying concentration of defiance and glory that burned like compressed stars. The moment he appeared, everything seemed to shift into slow motion. Many existences opened their eyes in profound shock and disbelief. Because this was the man in question that so many had been discussing and debating. The visage of Osmont himself! He had never appeared throughout this entire catastrophic conflict. And now, when things had achieved what seemed an irreversible state, when despair had settled over all, he finally showed himself?! Schrodinger felt immediate lividity surge through him. He wanted to bellow toward Osmont for his recklessness and cowardice that had driven events to this terrible point. To demand why he had hidden while reality crumbled around them. But the moment Schrodinger locked his gaze onto Noah, the moment their eyes met across the devastated space, something unexpected occurred. Schrodinger saw into those defiant blue-gold eyes. And he actually trembled and froze completely as if he had just glimpsed a terrifying primordial beast barely contained within human form. What he saw in those eyes was not fear or regret or shame. Only absolute defiant conviction and something far deeper. Something that transcended normal classification. In the next moment, the glorious scene unfolded with devastating swiftness. Noah, who still held that defiant light burning within his eyes, turned his gaze toward the nine Agents of The Fallout. The entities that had been rushing forward to execute The Infiniverse and Khor. The supposedly indestructible weapons that nothing outside THE Loom could face. And in the next instant, he raised his hand with casual authority. A radiant blue-gold stick formed in his grip, The Goad manifesting with familiar weight. And with speed that others present could not even begin to fathom or track, he struck downward with this simple stick. It enlarged explosively as it descended, expanding to instantly cover every single region of this collapsed space. It looked like a massive blue-gold pillar had manifested above all nine of the newly appearing Agents of The Fallout. A stick the size of continental landmasses, blazing with compressed authority. The manifestation thundered down with force that made reality itself scream. And shockingly, impossibly, the seemingly indestructible Agents folded like fragile paper under its weight. Their obsidian-gold metallic bodies that should have been immune to all damage crumpled and were nearly flattened completely by the overwhelming pressure. The allure of The First Tongue shone unfathomably bright from the stick, from Noah himself, as linguistic authority crushed physical indestructibility through sheer superiority. In the next moment, Noah waved his hand with simple gesture. The crumpled metallic figures of all nine Agents of The Fallout began flowing uncontrollably toward him. Drawn by irresistible force toward his open palm. He closed his hand decisively, and they all disappeared entirely into his grip. Vanished as if they had never existed at all. The indestructible entities that had just appeared moments ago with such terrifying fanfare. The entities that Schrodinger had stated would find nothing capable of defeating them outside of THE Loom due to their power approaching THE classification itself. Yet now, in less than a nanosecond after a single entity appeared, after he struck down with a simple stick in one devastating blow, all nine of these supposedly unstoppable weapons had been taken down and captured in a single stroke! Oh! Every single thing in nearby Existence instantly turned unfathomably silent. The wind stopped. The residual energy discharges ceased. Even the ambient sounds of collapsing reality faded to nothing. Complete and absolute silence descended as every entity present tried to process what they had just witnessed. The First Farmer stood frozen with eyes wide. Alexander Asmodeus’s silver light flickered with shock. Khor’s millions of obsidian jaws had stopped moving entirely. The Primus Inevitabilities hung motionless in formation. And Schrodinger stared with expression that had transformed from livid fury to absolute incomprehension. Because what had just occurred should not be possible. Could not be possible. And yet it had happened before all their eyes. Noah stood there calmly, his blue-gold robe settling around him, his crown still spinning slowly above his head. And his eyes continued burning with that same defiant glory, as if crushing nine Agents of The Fallout was merely the beginning of what he intended to accomplish. Noah had made his return with temporal traversal proceeding as rapidly as the mechanism allowed. He did not tarry within the chaotic temporal Weavings of space for even a fraction longer than necessary. His Early Atlas of the Folds simply returned him to his current era at the fastest speeds possible. Because there could be no additional surprises or complications after what he had just experienced. The past that he’d left behind had three terrifying titans converging in a single location where he had been standing. THE Primordial Chaos, THE Living Temporal, and THE Creature had all arrived at The Primordial Genesis Shore within moments of each other. And yet the appearance of THE Creature was the one that left one of the more pronounced impressions burning in his mind. That massive titanic being covered by multicolored flames of Existence all around its form had clenched a single fist. And that simple gesture had actually allowed Noah to complete his Temporal Traversal successfully. Which caused the question of why to buzz in his mind again and again during his journey back. He knew with absolute certainty that everything was done on purpose at that level of power. That there could be no mistakes or accidents when entities like THE Creature acted. So there had to be a deliberate purpose behind THE Creature’s actions. He just could not see what that purpose was yet.