Chapter 2432
Randidly’s eyes bulged, standing with mounting temporal pressure conveyed through his spear and Sulfur rapidly breaking down as it bought him a few seconds from Laplace’s monstrous physical power. His mind stuttered and stalled. He simply watched as the threads of Truth began to drift apart without impacting each other in the least.
Again, his plan to create a Penance failed him. His Truths seemed… profoundly uninterested in aiding the process. They swirled around his Soulspace, agitated but independent. Should he just allow them to blossom fully and let him reach the Pinnacle? Set aside the issue of a Penance?
No, if all I end up accomplishing is reaching the Pinnacle, even with three separate Truths… I don’t think it would completely narrow the gap between my current state and a powerful Eternity. The muscles in Randidly’s jaw twitched from clenching for far too long. I need to achieve a decisive advantage… and part of my strategy for growing is balance. So if it won’t happen naturally…
Randidly knew he was doubling down on bad decisions, but he couldn’t help himself. His Nether Core began to rev and hum. He gave in on one more impulse, fixating his attention on the three Truths.
The First Authority: Seize.
This time, Randidly targeted the three Truths he had managed to accumulate. He put the whole of his existence into this manifestation of his Authority, not worrying about conserving any Nether for later. All of the history and significance he had earned tightened around those wavering notes of Truth. He pressed and pressed, constricting around those Truths until he had pulled them into a tight marble, exactly resembling the gleaming marble that had been created before his Grand Fate.
Well, a version of that marble. An eclipse to the gleaming nugget of possibilities he possessed earlier.
With the space they could operate restricted, the notes of the Truths became increasingly shrill, beyond the limits of human hearing. The frequency of their vibration was so high that Randidly felt his imaginary organs beginning to tear just by being in metaphysical proximity. His mucous membranes were shredded, blood leaking from the corners of his eyes, his nose, and his ears.
He squeezed even tighter. Despite the strain, at the very least the marble gave him a glimmer of hope.