rpbooks Chapter 729: Cause!
Chapter 729: Cause!
In a certain Stunted Observable Existence.
The Sea of Thalassara glowed blue-gold around them, currents of restored warmth moving through waters that had survived THE Great Archean Flood and emerged transformed, deeper in color and denser in the Civilizational resonance threading through every current.
Achilles sat up with purpose and shock, the motion abrupt enough that it carried its own announcement.
Rose looked at him immediately with radiant flaming green eyes that tracked the shift in his expression with the precision of someone who had learned to read him across years of shared existence.
Her Little Fatty had done something big!
Her fiery hair drifted around her shoulders in the gentle currents of the sea, her fair skin catching the blue-gold light with the quality that made her stunning in environments that had nothing to do with combat or cultivation.
"What happened?"
She asked.
"THE Braneworld Observable Existence," Achilles said, "is absolutely nuts."
He left it there for a moment because the full account would require time he did not currently have, his internal landscape demanding attention that conversation would delay.
He needed to focus.
The changes moving through his Inner Dominion from everything he had Assimilated across THE Braneworld Observable Existence were arriving in compound waves that required processing rather than simply experiencing.
The nearly dead Gilded Ones he had pulled through his spore connections, Third Scale beings whose degraded foundations had flowed into his existence by the dozens.
The Aurora of Existential Causality he had been pulling from throughout the battle, pure byproduct of an emerging Observable Existence carrying Prime Cause resonance that had been accumulating within him since the moment it first spread across that sky.
All of it was integrating simultaneously, and the result was something he had not anticipated even after reading the earlier prompts about what sufficient accumulation could produce.
|Integration Summary: Third Scale Gilded Foundations, multiple.|
|Integration Summary: Aurora of Existential Causality, sustained Assimilation.|
|Integration Summary: Fragments of multiple Lesser Causes from Mansa Nguna.|
|Compound Effect: The accumulated integration has produced a spark within your Inner Dominion capable of initiating a Prime Cause.|
|Classification of Prime Cause: A Prime Cause is a constituent element of THE First Cause itself. Where Miniature Causes produce permanent and meaningful effects on Observable Existence from outside, a Prime Cause blooming within your Inner Dominion would establish your Inner Dominion as a physical place within your existence backed by a Prime Source. Your Inner Dominion would be governed by the foundational principles of the Prime Cause that emerges within it.|
|Initiating this spark will produce effects that cannot be predicted in advance. The identity of the Prime Cause that emerges will be determined by the nature of your existence, your accumulated Civilizations, and the dominant principles woven through your foundations.|
|Recommendation: The spark is present. The choice of whether to ignite it rests with you.|
...!
Achilles looked at these prompts with wonder that he did not attempt to conceal, shaking his head slowly with the disbelief of someone who had exceeded their own projections by a margin that made the projections seem naive.
His other body within THE Braneworld felt like it had appeared inside a sealed domain somewhere, himself and Taylor locked into a space where external sensation was entirely absent, her voice audible as distant shouting without any accompanying sense of where the shouting was directed or what surrounded them.
He could not feel anything beyond the domain’s boundaries. Whatever the Source Lifeform had placed them in was holding completely.
He set it aside for now.
He looked at Rose, who had been moving through the Silver Philotimo Observable Existence establishing herself and building foundations he had not yet had the chance to fully hear about, and who was currently watching him with the focused attention of someone waiting for him to tell her what was actually happening inside him.
He spoke to his existence quietly.
"Make the change of my existence visible."
...!
He wanted her to see it.
Causes were terrifying powers at every level he had encountered them. Miniature Causes had reshaped his entire Observable Existence and killed half of all lifeforms within it.
THE First Cause was the reason Observable Existence existed at all, the foundational event from which everything differentiated had emerged and continued to emerge across eons too vast to meaningfully measure.
A Prime Cause was a constituent element of that.
If it could bloom within him, if Rose could also experience what that produced within his existence, if he could share this the way he had shared his blood to begin her Primordial Architect transformation.
He looked at her face.
Her expression became astonishment in the span of a breath.
His existence became glass-like, the opacity of his physical form dissolving into transparency that revealed what lay within him the way deep clear water reveals the structures resting beneath its surface.
His chest opened to perception without opening physically, the veil between exterior and interior simply ceasing to function as a barrier.
His Inner Dominion became visible.
It looked like a vast landmass seen from an impossible height, territories stretching in every direction with the quality of somewhere that had been cultivated across eons of rapid and often violent growth.
The Realm of Assimilation spread with hungry borders. The Realm of Chaos pulsed with crimson-obsidian authority. The Realm of Apatheia held its cold stillness. The Blind Depths churned with everything consumed and everything integrated.
And at the center of all of it, small and brilliant and contained but unmistakably present, a light had begun to bloom.
Not Observable Force. Not Infinity. Not the white flames of Persevere or the purple-gold of his Lineage or the golden rivers of his Neo Gilded production.
Something grand!
Something that carried the quality of THE First Cause the way a child carries the quality of its origin, recognizably derived from something greater than itself while simultaneously being entirely its own expression.
A Prime Cause.
Rose stared at it with flaming green eyes that had gone wide and still, the constant fierce energy that defined her expression replaced entirely by the pure astonishment of someone witnessing something they had no framework to process.
The light bloomed steadily within his visible Inner Dominion, patient and foundational, waiting for him to decide what it would become.
Now, what would its identity be?