Chapter 5460: Osmont!
The changes had settled into him like weight into a foundation, and Noah wanted the full accounting.
"Ruination," he said, standing in the calm grove beneath the burning first letter. "Show me the full scope of my current power. All of it."
|As you wish, Master. The complete status of your existence, current as of this moment.|
|Designation: Noah Osmont. THE Quintessential Osmontian. True Lifeform.|
|Osmontian Source Infinity: E-Rank, Duir. Elevation to D-Rank, Ruis: 150,000 Osmontian Biomass.|
|THE Egoic Intent of THE Quintessential Osmontian: E-Rank, Duir. Elevation to D-Rank: 150,000 Osmontian Biomass.|
|Volume: E-Rank. Output: E-Rank. Trueness: E-Rank. These three axes rise with your Osmontian Source Infinity and your Intent, and they hold their grade together. As one climbs, all climb.|
|THE Nine Passive Osmontian Principium Foundations: THE Tide That Owes Nothing stands at D-Rank, Ruis. The remaining eight stand at F-Rank, Beith. Elevation of each: 5,000 Osmontian Biomass per rank.|
|Inherent Appendages of your True Lifeform Existence: THE Estuary Eye, active, intake at Quintessential capacity. THE Pinion Vigil of the Unbroken Gaze, active, veiled from all perception. Further traits are anticipated as your distinction clarifies.|
|THE Osmontian Tongue: backbone established, one Letter transcribed. Capacity exists for multiple additional Letters.|
|Observable Existences under your Cause: Five. THE Infiniverse, THE Aurcean Reaches, THE Verdant Origin, THE Mirrored Hearth, THE Abyssal Cradle. Three of the four were born this hour.|
|Current Osmontian Biomass: 78,300.|
Noah read the panel through once, slowly, and nodded.
The shape of himself sat plainly in front of him, every facet graded, every next step priced. Most of it could wait. His attention settled on one line and stayed there, because the Tongue could hold more Letters, and he already knew exactly what the second one was.
That was the strange gift of staying true. Other beings would have agonized over the choice, weighing truths against truths, hunting for the optimal word. Noah had nothing to hunt. When a language was built entirely out of who you were, the letters wrote themselves in order, and the second truth of him had been waiting behind the first since the day he was born. He only had to implement it.
He felt the vibrant waves of immensity turning inside him, three First Causes’ worth of consumed potential feeding the backbone of the language, and he raised his finger, and began to write.
The character formed in the air stroke by stroke, cerulean light following his fingertip through the falling mana. It was angular and flowing at once, kin to the first letter, turning back through itself in the lemniscate way, and every line of it carried a truth so plain that existence had no grounds to argue. The first letter had declared that he was. The second declared what he was.
The word it translated to was one he had carried his whole life.
OSMONT.
He finished the final stroke, and the character hung burning beside the first, and Noah spoke both aloud, calm and level, a man stating his name to all of existence.
"I AM... OSMONT!"
BOOM!
Seas of blue erupted around him.
They rolled out from where he stood in every direction, wave after wave of deep cerulean crashing across the grove and past it, through THE Infiniverse and beyond her, the declaration of a name backed by everything the name contained. The first letter had asserted a being into reality. The second gave that being its face, and reality adjusted around the introduction.
|The second Letter of THE Osmontian Tongue has been declared. OSMONT. Where the first Letter asserted your existence, the second asserts your identity by name, and the two Letters now function as one compound truth. I AM OSMONT. Existence has accepted the declaration.|
|Your Trueness is elevating further. A name written into the foundation of a language, and backed by a lived identity with no gaps, binds the claim and the being tighter than either alone. The seamlessness between what you say you are and what you are has deepened past what the E-Rank grade typically holds.|
|Utilization of the second Letter, in conjunction with the first, uttered vocally or written by hand onto existence will bring about the following results:|
|Defense: the compound declaration manifests Infinite Dimensional Osmontian Auras. They rise as raging, colorful auras of layered light, folded through dimensions beyond the ordinary reach of an attack, and they defend the name itself. Anything striking at what is Osmont must first argue with the declaration, and the declaration does not lose arguments at its own grade. These Auras also manifest silently and invisibly upon all who carry your name, and upon those bound most closely to your weavings, whether or not they stand near you, whether or not they know.|
|Attack: the compound declaration unleashes Infinite Dimensional Osmontian Flames. They are cerulean fire folded through the same infinite dimensionality, and they do not burn a target in one place. They burn the target across existence, seeking every fold and layer where the enemy extends, and they seek infinitely. A being struck by them is not put out by retreating. The Flames follow what they were named to burn.|
|Additional effect: with the second Letter active, the generation of Osmontian Biomass has increased substantially, for you and for all your people. A being asserted into existence generates overflow. A being asserted by name generates more, because existence now pays for both the fact of you and the face of you. Expect the rivers to widen.|
...!
And as the prompts bloomed, the Auras answered.
They rose around Noah first, raging and layered, colors folding through colors in dimensions the eye could only take on faith. Then they kindled elsewhere. Across the vastness, in a blue-gold Observable Existence, an invisible aura settled over Henry without him feeling a thing. In an endless green-gold garden, one wrapped Amelia. In an infinite shine that remembered Chernobyl, a small girl spinning slow circles through her own hearth-light was quietly sheathed in a protection she would not learn about until something foolish tested it, and the name Seo-yeon Osmont held its first armor.
And further still. In a hidden dimension of floating Realms, in bubbles of survivors drifting through the dark, in THE Infiniverse...on all the scattered beings woven closest to him, Barbatos and Eon and the rest, the silent Auras bloomed unseen, one after another, a family and a people armored by two written words!
Noah stood beneath his two burning Letters and watched the count of the protected climb, and said nothing more.
Sometimes, one did such grand things that nothing else needed to be said!
