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Chapter 5216: First Blood! I

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The power felt different in this form.

It was not merely the scales or the horns or the tail cutting slow patient arcs through the multicolored air of the Wandering Territories. It was the specific quality of how THE Infinite Cause and THE Bellum Cause moved through him simultaneously, the two truths occupying the same foundational space without friction, existence emerges and existence fights sitting beside each other in his foundations with the easy compatibility of things that had always belonged in the same sentence.

He had been born fighting. He had emerged fighting.

THE Bellum Cause had always been part of his Infinite Cause. He simply had the vocabulary for it now.

He moved!

WAA!

The distance between his emergence point and Sororis Prima Prabhavati collapsed in a fraction of the interval that the word instant usually described!

THE Infinite Step had deposited him above the three Gilded Ones. He crossed the remaining space on his own momentum, and the crossing was so fast that the multicolored sea below them registered his passage as a disturbance before the Gilded Ones registered his arrival as a threat.

His fist drove toward Prabhavati.

The crimson rings of THE Bellum Cause had gathered around his hand and forearm in dense orbiting bands, each ring spinning at its own velocity, each one feeding the strike with the foundational authority of a Cause that had been present in his existence since before he had known to name it.

The bands compressed as the fist accelerated, the compression producing a forward point of crimson force that preceded the physical strike by a fraction of a distance, a herald of what the contact would deliver.

The two crimson swords orbiting his body responded to the motion of the strike by releasing pulses of crimson lightning in parallel arcs that framed the punch’s trajectory like a declaration written in war!

From behind, moving in the silent separate consciousness of something that had been designed to act independently of whatever his hands were doing, his tail struck.

It moved with the specific deadliness of a thing that did not need to announce itself to be effective, the spear-tip of compressed Infinity at its end driving toward Prabhavati’s back with the patient inevitability of a conclusion that had already been written.

She was fast.

He registered genuine surprise at how fast she was, the specific appreciation of a being who had calibrated his expectations against what he had previously encountered and found the calibration needed adjustment.

Prabhavati’s body erupted with Infinity and Observable Force before his fist had completed half its arc, the activation not sequential but simultaneous, her foundations producing their response at a speed that confirmed she had been in genuine danger before

THE Silurian Light activated.

The Pulse she had earned blazed outward from her form in a wave of multicolored light, its regression-inducing truth pressing outward to meet his incoming strike with the full force of a Cause that had unmade beings of comparable development before!

Behind her, blooming from the space her erupting power carved open, thousands of hands manifested in towering golden formations, their forms carrying the specific aesthetic of ancient iconography given existential weight, layered and multiplied and burning with Observable Force, each hand raised in a configuration that suggested both protection and retribution simultaneously!

It was, Noah registered in the compressed interval of his Hadean Mind’s perception, genuinely impressive.

It was also insufficient.

His claw thundered into THE Silurian Light.

The Pulse did not stop him. It did not slow him. His Apeiron scales, engineered specifically to resist Cause authority at approximately sixty percent reduction, met the regression-inducing truth of THE Silurian Light and turned it, and what the scales did not turn, THE Infinity Devour consumed. The Pulse’s energy, the Observable Force Prabhavati had erupted with, the Infinity she had poured into her response, all of it flowed into his claw the way Infinity flowed toward greater concentrations of itself, absorbed into his Apeiron engineering with the efficiency of a system built for exactly this category of consumption.

He drank her Silurian Light.

His claw drove into her with the full undiminished force of the strike plus the consumed energy of everything she had deployed to stop it, the impact carrying the compound weight of his punch and her own Pulse turned against her in the same contact point.

BOOM!

Simultaneously, his tail had not struck once.

It had struck an infinite number of times in the interval his Hadean Mind had stretched into something that accommodated infinite iterations, each strike occupying its own fractional moment, the cumulative effect manifesting to external perception as millions of spear-points of Infinity blooming outward from his tail’s arc in every forward direction simultaneously!

The millions of spears covered every spatial coordinate that Prabhavati and the two Gilded Ones behind her occupied, the coverage total, the simultaneity genuine, the force behind each individual spear carrying the compressed Infinity of his full Apeiron reserves divided across the infinite iterations without diminishing because Nearu Absolute Infinity divided infinitely still produced Infinity at every division point.

Prabhavati’s golden hands shattered across the spear-bloom!

BOOM!

Every one of them.

The shock on her face as she was smashed backward was the specific shock of a Sororis Prima who had deployed her full prepared response and found her full prepared response consumed and returned and added to the force of the thing that had absorbed it.

.

Her radiant saree blazed with the residual energy of everything she had released that had not reached him, the Observable Force she had not managed to pour into her Pulse crackling outward from her form as her body was flung through the multicolored sea of the Wandering Territories at a velocity that her own foundations had not chosen.

A Relictus!

The thought moved through the other Sororis Prima’s consciousness with the specific speed of a classification that had been the only available explanation for something that should not have been possible from a direction nobody had been monitoring for that category of threat.

Her Ira Custodes had the same thought at the same moment, both of them producing identical assessments through entirely different internal frameworks, arriving at the same wrong answer with the synchronized efficiency of beings who had trained for Relictus response and were now executing that training.

The other Sororis Prima burned.

THE Silurian Cause itself blazed through her, not merely her derived Civilizations or her structured Pulses but the Prime Cause authority she had been cultivating toward for eons, rivers of Infinity flames erupting from her form in cascading configurations that rewrote the ambient conditions of the surrounding Wandering Territories in a fifty-light-year radius, the temperature of the engagement’s space increasing by orders of magnitude as the Silurian Cause expressed itself!

And yet!

Oh, and yet!

She found all the Infinity devoured.

The rivers of Infinity flames simply stopped existing in the space between her and Noah, pulled into his Apeiron engineering with the same comprehensive efficiency he had demonstrated against Prabhavati’s response, his scales metabolizing the Silurian Cause authority that accompanied the Infinity with the specific resistance his engineering had been built to express against exactly this category of input.

BOOM!

She and her Ira Custodes were smashed backward together, the impact of his simultaneous engagement registering through both of them with enough force that the question of damage was not a question but a confirmation, the damage present and genuine!

HUUM!

They were flung!

All three of them, Prabhavati and the other Sororis Prima and her Ira Custodes, tumbling through light-years of the Wandering Territories in the specific manner of beings whose trajectories had been decided for them by something that had not been interested in their input on the matter.

Three Gilded Ones, smashed backwards!

Noah stood in the space they had vacated.

The multicolored sea churned below him from the combined force of what had just occurred. The crimson swords continued their patient orbits. His tail drew back to its resting position with the unhurried ease of a thing that had completed its intended function.

THE Bellum Cause burned in the rings around his forearms.

THE Infinity Devour had consumed more in this single engagement than he had consumed across the entire duration of his time in THE Braneworld so far, and his Apeiron reserves were fuller than they had been when he arrived.

He looked in the direction the three Gilded Ones had been flung.

And he took a step towards them once more!

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