The space they had materialized in defied common sense!
Walls of flaming obsidian gold rose on all sides...left, right, above, and below, creating a cube of scorching paradox that had no true orientation.
The flames themselves were wrong, burning with heat that froze and cold that seared, their light casting shadows that were somehow brighter than the surfaces they fell upon.
The obsidian was not solid but liquid, not liquid but gas, not gas but something that existed in states for which no words had been invented!
"Young Miss," Thessaly’s voice rang out from behind them, already hidden in the veils of existence alongside Altheon, their presence undetectable yet undeniably close.
"We are right behind and will act as soon as danger appears."
Sigrid nodded. "Let me act first. If I cannot handle it, then you may make your move."
There was no verbal response, but Noah felt the acknowledgment silently.
Beside him, the massive figure of Titano remained visible, his presence a mountain of barely contained violence that somehow managed to be reassuring rather than threatening.
The being’s expression had shifted to one of serious contemplation.
"Brother," Titano said, his voice carrying that distinctive broken cadence that somehow made his words more impactful, "Can I stay and talk with you as we go? I have much to learn."
Noah couldn’t help but smile at this terrifying entity he had yet to fully figure out who spoke with such earnest sincerity. "Sure."
They began moving through the doorway, each step requiring conscious effort against the environment’s attempts to unmake them. The ground beneath their feet was simultaneously solid and intangible!
Titano looked down at his massive hands, flexing fingers that Noah knew could shatter the existence of powerful Living Existences.
"Brother," he said, "All I know is how to break the bones and bodies of Living Existences and Inevitabilities. How can I get rich like you?"
...!
The question, delivered with such brutal honesty, made Noah’s estimation of this being rise even further.
He was honest when it came to this simple being that he actually liked due to his nature.
"It will be too hard to get rich exactly like me," Noah said, choosing his words with care. "But you can use your strength to get rich. Tell me, brother, how many Living Existences have you killed so far?"
Titano’s brow furrowed with the effort of recall, his lips moving slightly as he appeared to count on mental fingers. "I have broken the heads and existence of fifty-five Honored Living Paradoxes." He paused, continuing his mental tally. "Nine Honored Living Elementals. Seven Honored Living Origins."
...!
Another pause, then almost as an afterthought: "Oh, and two Royal Living Origins."
HUUM!
The casual delivery of such a tremendous kill count made Noah’s expression sharpen with newfound respect, while beside them, Sigrid actually stumbled, her shock breaking through her composed exterior!
He had killed Honored AND Royal Living Origins?! Why?!
Before Titano could continue what was clearly going to be an even longer list, Thessaly materialized.
Her expression had darkened to something approaching actual anger, an emotion that seemed foreign on her fairy-like features.
"Titano," she said, "Duke Gwendolyn told you to never mention your missions to others."
Titano blinked with the confusion of someone who had been following rules he didn’t quite understand. "But this is Brother," he said, gesturing toward Noah with one massive hand. "The man who bagged the Young Miss. He is not among ’others,’ is he?"
WAA!
The simple logic, delivered with such straightforward certainty, made Noah laugh.
"Right," Noah said, wrapping an arm around Titano’s shoulder in a gesture that required him to reach significantly upward. "I am a close Brother, so you can tell me anything!"
His voice took on a conspiratorial tone. "Why were you ordered to kill all those Living Existences?"
Titano’s response came without hesitation. "They were Traitors."
The single word hung in the paradoxical air like a death sentence already carried out. Noah nodded thoughtfully, filing away this information about the complexities within the Coalition of Living Existences.
"Okay," he said, maintaining his casual tone despite the weight of what he was learning. "What did you do with their bodies?"
Titano blinked again, clearly puzzled by the question. "Nothing? Broken bones and muscles are useless to Titano."
Noah shook his head with the patient exasperation of a teacher. "Brother, the corpses of your enemies are one of the best ways to get rich! It is high quality Loot! If you had given me a corpse of an Honored Living Existence right now, I could make you very rich."
The transformation in Titano’s expression was immediate and profound.
His eyes brightened with the fervor of someone who had just discovered a fundamental truth about existence! He nodded so vigorously that the air around him displaced in visible waves, his white gold muscular skin vibrating.
"What about Inevitabilities?" he asked with growing excitement.
"If you capture for me an Inevitability equivalent to an Honored Living Existence," Noah said, "I’ll make you just as rich."
Titano’s eyes blazed with purpose as he beat his chest with enough force to create thunderclaps in the paradoxical space. "Titano will break all Inevitabilities to get rich!"
His booming declaration echoed through the domain with terrifying intensity, seeming to bounce off the flaming obsidian walls in ways that multiplied and magnified the sound until it became a roar of challenge.
A challenge!
A challenge that no entity within this space could possibly ignore.
The response...was immediate.
"SKEEE!"
The sound that answered Titano’s challenge was not quite a scream, not quite a roar, but something that existed in the space between...a harrowing cry that spoke of hunger so vast it had gained consciousness, of absence so profound it had learned to hate everything that dared to exist!
Up ahead, where the corridor of flaming obsidian gold seemed to twist into a knot of spatial impossibility, thousands of tentacles erupted into being!
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