Noah’s eyes opened- eyes that were now wide and gloriously ancient.

And within them, a tide of visions bloomed like an ever-unfolding lotus of paradox.

Lines of golden light flickered in his gaze as flashes from outside the sealed Dyson Singularity passed through his Absolute Fictional Transcendence.

Not mere veiled words. Not mere meanings. But the full weight of Fable with very little left behind!

Aetheron, with his sharp tongue and hollow eyes.

Oryzarakh, with his scolding thoughtcast that stung like a whip.

The White Paradox- older than many of the wheels scattered across the Folds- speaking of birds that sang too freely and Lineages poised to fight for...him?

Noah absorbed it all like a breath. Like inevitability. Well, inevitability was a poor choice of words since they posed the biggest problem currently!

And he thought of the Living Paradox they mentioned.

Still pressing against his chest like a malleable wheel of existence and pouring light and heat into him, for him, as around them...

Nine massive Towers were jutting out.

Nine Early Living Towers of Origin!

Nine solid, resplendent spires born from his weavings alone. Each buzzing with hymns and raised high by Mythic Signatures who sang in languages older than verbs, whose harmonies hummed with raw Authority.

Each tower had taken root in the core of his Living Wheel of Existence.

Each one lived.

Each one sang.

And his body responded in kind.

|Your True Absolute Existential Origin Resistance has reached 100%!|

|Your True Absolute Existential Spiritual Resistance has reached 100%!|

|Your True Absolute Existential Emotive Resistance has reached 100%!|

|Your True Absolute Existential Temporal Resistance has reached 100%...!|

...!

Every part of his being had begun to transcend.

His Resistances were beginning to spiral- reaching toward the impossible number of 1,000% collectively. And in such a state...

He wondered, as his fingers gently stroked through Moiraine’s hair.

When he was done... will the likes of Hannibal still look down on him with their thin smiles or cold gazes? Or will they kneel alongside the rest?

He did not smile at the thought.

He merely knew.

HUUM!

Another swirl of paradoxical plasma surged around him, lemniscate loops of blinding white gold forming fractal rings in the air. He welcomed them without moving. Welcomed them into his Towers. Into his Mythic Signatures. Into himself.

Everything continued... smoothly.

And with that surety, Noah shifted his gaze outward- calm, unhurried, and glorious.

Toward another domain!

---

In the Living Origin Labyrinth.

The air here thrummed with a gentler rhythm, the chaotic buzz of the Dyson Singularity replaced with layered pulses of Living Origin Authority.

Here, Noah’s other self sat- still, whole, present. A containment field of his aura was drawn tightly in, focused on one person alone.

Sigrid.

Her fair skin glowed softly, as if she had been carved from the earliest mists of the Folds.

The symmetrical runic tattoos that traced her body now pulsed with white-gold light. Her eyes shimmered, half-lidded with confusion. Her lips moved faintly, breath catching with effort. And her brow...

It furrowed.

As if she were trying, quite desperately, to remember something that had been buried beneath lifetimes of silence.

Noah watched and said nothing.

He gazed upward, to a high arcing dome of light that shimmered with golden-white tension far above the domain they were contained in.

He knew it. That was where the Living Origin who dared attack him had his authority thrown back to. Rejected. Severed. Silenced!

Somewhere in this Living Origin Labyrinth, the one who sought to end his Beginning lay!

And yet his eyes did not linger long on the distant sight of the enemy.

For before him, something far more pressing stirred.

Sigrid.

Her eyes fluttered open with a tremble. They were moist. Golden tears, like drops of liquid time, spilled down her cheeks. They caught the glint of Origin authority and shimmered as they fell.

Noah’s expression shifted.

For a moment, his tyrannical stillness softened just slightly as he reached forward, brushing a tear away from her face with two fingers. His other hand cupped her cheek, steadying her as her lips parted.

She laughed.

A quiet, self-mocking sound that echoed with sorrow deeper than language.

"My memory is scattered," she whispered. "But I... I destroyed my own Living Origin. I destroyed my beginning!"

Her voice cracked, and her body trembled as she pressed a hand against her heart.

"I did it myself. I don’t remember why. Only pain. Endless, unfathomable pain. I don’t remember anything else but that. And yet..."

She looked up at him through tear-glazed eyes, the gold in her gaze flickering like dying stars.

"Why do I still feel it? Even when I remember nothing else?"

...!

Noah’s eyes darkened. Not with pity. But with purpose.

She had destroyed her own beginning- her own Living Origin!

That meant this woman, this seemingly fractured and dazed being standing before him, had once been a Living Origin.

A being of authority that existed on the very edge of what could be comprehended... and she had cast it all away. Covered her existence with runes that sealed and suppressed- Runes that led back to weavings of the Living Origins.

For pain.

For something she had once believed... even if she no longer remembered.

Noah stepped forward slowly, placing a hand on her shoulder- steady and calm.

"I will help you," he said.

His voice was firm. No gentleness. No over-sympathy. Just conviction.

"I’ll take on that pain with you as I want to try something right now."

...!

She nodded. Slowly. Trustingly.

Even in her broken state, she thought his voice with that authority and weight...was familar. As if he were also a Living Origin just like her. Paired with his current scent, everything about him felt familar. Like home!

And he lifted his hand and placed his fingers gently on her forehead.

HUUM!

A sound like the thrum of ancient drums pulsed through the air as the aura of an Early Creature surged outward from him.

Golden-white flames of Origin ignited around them.

Sigrid gasped, her body arching back as her weavings began to unravel and open. She didn’t resist. She let him in as she breathed out!

And Noah entered.

And...

He saw her.

Not merely her surface.

But the depths.

And what he saw within...caused his eyes to pulse with tyranny!

A Tower of Origin.

Massive.

Dim.

Cracked in a thousand places, but still there.

A towering construct of such scale and complexity that it dwarfed even his current Early Living Towers. It was nearly a thousand times larger, and unlike any other Tower he had seen- it had branches. Tower upon tower extending outward, each one scarred, hollowed, dimmed.

At the base of the central spire, he saw the nine statues.

White-robed, head bowed.

Mythic Living True Signatures.

All in her image.

All dead.

Each one had once held up the tower. And each had fallen.

But now...

His aura of an Early Creature flooded through the foundation.

Black gold threads of ancient wonder wrapped around the cracked base like roots reclaiming lost soil. The dead Signatures stirred. Their fingers twitched. Their closed stone eyes opened.

Slowly.

One by one.

A glow returned to their foreheads.

Their halos reignited.

A complexity that had been locked away began to breathe again.

And in the space between them...

|An Early Creature had throngs of Living Existences following for the sake of truly living.|

|You have bound your first Living Existence.|

|You have bound a Living Origin to your flame, exceeding the bounds of established weavings of existence and gaining +1% True Absolute Existential Origin Resistance. Total True Absolute Existential Origin Resistance: 101%.|

...!

Noah stood tall within the sea of brilliance as he... had bound a Living Origin!

---

[Existential Intermission #1]

«Tower of Origin»

Type: Existential Structure

Purpose: Required for Ascension into the Realm of Originus Venerant

Builder: Any being with sufficient Complexity and Purity at 999,999 SU

Structure: One singular tower composed of forged Existential Dimensional Lattices from a single True Source, 6 Pillars of Concordance, and supported by Mythic True Signatures

Function: Serves as an anchor that contains a being’s existence within a sealed metaphysical locus, preventing external influence and granting Originus Venerant status

Notes:

The Tower of Origin is the standard method by which most high-complexity beings ascend to Originus Venerant. It is a static construct, reflective of the being’s growth and essence up to the point of construction. While powerful, it cannot evolve further unless materials, panaceas, complex items or lifeforms, or other Towers of Origin are fed into it.

«Living Tower of Origin»

Type: Living Existential Structure

Purpose: Required for Living Existences to attain Living Originus Venerant

Builder: Living Existences only (e.g., Living Paradox, Living Elemental, Living Origin)

Structure: 100x larger and denser than a standard tower, composed of Living Existential Dimensional Lattices, 9 Pillars of Concordance, and supported by Mythic Living True Signatures

Function: Grows organically with the Living Wheel of Existence. Not static. Breathes, expands, and adapts as the Living Existence continues to evolve their Living Authority. Progress can be tremendously accelerated with materials, panaceas, complex items or lifeforms, or other Living Towers of Origin or normal Towers of Origin.

Core Differences:

– Authority Density: Must condense 100x more Living Existential Authority

– Reactive Nature: The tower adapts to changes in the being’s weavings

– Existential Security: Fully seals one’s existence from all outside interference, including conceptual, temporal, and paradoxical entanglement

– Living Link: If viable, depending on the Type of Living Existence, a Tower is capable of influencing or harmonizing with other Towers of Origin nearby

Additional Trait:

All Living Existences are either born with a dormant Living Tower or destined to forge one. These towers contain unique foundational mythic signatures and lemniscate structures that no static Tower of Origin can replicate.