The physical embrace concluded!
Noah analyzed the crystalline tears evaporating from the cheeks of THE Infiniverse and Ruination. They were expressions of absolute devotion, a biological and conceptual byproduct of the deep integration between his Provenance and their architecture.
He stepped back as the hazy blue-gold clouds of his Provenance Dream Frame drifted smoothly around his shoulders.
"There is a lot to be done," Noah stated.
"Now, we must resume the extraction of value. Infiniverse. Ruination. Proceed in pulling the markers of the Laestrygonians that were extinguished by THE Sleepless Fiend."
Ruination wiped her glowing eyes, her demeanor instantly shifting back to sharp efficiency.
"Understood, Master," Ruination replied, her voice steady. "We are isolating the remaining markers for their Causes."
Noah processed the variables of the puzzle. THE Sleepless Fiend was an architect. We know THE Immense Ones play with Provenance Causes, treating them as foundational building blocks.
So why kill Laestrygonians specifically for their Causes?
An Immense One generates its own unfathomable standing. It does not need to scavenge lower authorities. Therefore, the harvest was not for personal power. It was for raw material.
A predator did not harvest wool to become a sheep. It harvested wool to weave a coat. The architects were using the Causes of the Laestrygonians to build or replace something massive. Perhaps it was the very infrastructure of THE Sundered Scions or something like them, or the white threads of THE Argent Loom? He had no idea.
WAA!
Noah pushed the calculation aside, turning his focus inward to test the absolute limits of THE Provenance of THE Human Dreamer.
He pulled up the weavings of his Provenance Essence Economy.
|THE PROVENANCE ESSENCE ECONOMY|
|Total Generated Capacity: 69|
|Currently Consumed: 2 (24-hour regeneration cycle active)|
|Held in Reserve: 20 (Sustaining External Dream Construct)|
|Temporarily Drained: 10 (Knowledge Retrieval)|
|Available for Generation: 37|
"The cost...is the friction of reality," Noah narrated, his endlessly blue eyes analyzing the blue-gold grass. "To dream something into the present requires a sustained reserve. To dream and pull knowledge drains the essence temporarily until the data is fully assimilated. But a consumed essence is exhausted entirely."
He ran the simulation of his own limits.
The two consumed Essences were dead weight in his panel. They would remain unusable for precisely twenty-four hours until their True weight regenerated.
This was the limitation of the engine. The authority of THE PRECEPT OF THE WAKING DREAM was absolute, but the fuel was finite. If he attempted to dream an Immense One dead in this exact moment, the conceptual weight of erasing an architect would easily exceed his available thirty-seven Essences.
The Dream would fail not because it was impossible, but because he lacked the capacity to process the execution.
He needed to expand his capacity. He needed to understand the exact anatomy of a genuine Provenance Lifeform!
His mind immediately moved to Thalia.
He considered the Vasiliou Elseworld.
If an Immense One was simply a Provenance Lifeform that had lived so truly that existence could no longer argue with it, then what was the Vasiliou lineage? What could he learn from seeing an entire Elseworld populated by more Provenance Lifeforms?
He analyzed their relationship with Those Who Remain. The Vasiliou hid in an Elseworld. They operated in the shadows, avoiding the direct gaze of the architects. They were sovereign, yet they were cautious. By observing their anatomy and their society, Noah knew he could isolate the exact threshold where a sovereign either capitulated or ascended to become an Immense One. Thalia could be one of the keys to unlocking the true potential of his own Provenance.
He juggled the pieces of the macroscopic board in his mind.
His clones were stationed across the Dimensions. He possessed a vast reservoir of Infinite Sanguine Mana to fuel his Sanguine manifestations.
The entire structure of THE Dimensional Provenance Train was rushing forward through the crossing-dark, carrying its cargo of condemned Dimensions toward an unknown terminus.
"I must optimize the next allocation," Noah mused aloud.
"I have thirty-seven Essences available. The next Provenance Dream must yield a strategic advantage that outweighs the twenty-four-hour cooldown."
Should he dream his way into the highest archives of the Pax? Should he dream himself into the Vasiliou Elseworld to observe their sovereign generation undetected? Could he?
Or should he look directly at the higher Dimensions of the Train? Or something else entirely?
He looked at THE Infiniverse, who was currently analyzing the newly born Observable Existence she had just dreamed into reality.
"We will continue the harvest," Noah commanded.
"Continue with the extraction the Laestrygonian markers. Map the trajectory of THE Sleepless Fiend’s actions. And continue the Hearthshifts. I will dream again very soon."
HUUM!
The sixty-nine suns above them flared with quiet, unyielding tyranny. Noah stood in the center of his customized reality, perfectly still, calculating the exact cost of overwriting the rest of existence!
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His vision refocused and recalibrated.
The physical continuum of THE Serenaros Dimension remained a ruined canvas.
Noah stood in the center of the churning sea of his own Infinite Sanguine Mana. His primary vessel processed the exact same sensory data and conceptual weight as the secondary vessel resting within his Realm. The connection was seamless.
He turned his endlessly blue, glowing eyes away from the scattered ash of the executioner and looked toward the edge of the destruction.
Descartes was still feeding his authority to THE Primordial Paradox and Erwin. The old philosopher kept them anchored in a state of simultaneous life and death.
Noah analyzed the old man. He had fought beside him, yet he had never truly quantified him.
He activated THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard again as this time, there should be no question marks.
WAA!
|Descartes|
|VERITAS: 85|
|PROVENANCE: 0|
|POTENTIA: 65|
|PONDUS: 60|
Noah processed the numbers. The old philosopher possessed a Trueness of eighty-five. It vastly exceeded all of his other attributes. This meant his fundamental identity was so rigidly defined that existence had a remarkably difficult time arguing with his logic. He was a being constructed entirely of undeniable certainty.
Noah floated over the sea of blood. His stellar blue-gold body stopped a few feet away from the philosopher.
"You possess a Trueness that exceeds my own. Who are you really, Descartes? Do you truly plan to go against Those Who Remain? And what are your aims for the two paradoxes you have claimed as disciples?"
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