The prompts were devastatingly heavy with implications.
They were grand. But they should be. Because he was THE Potentate. THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons!
Noah's expression remained unfathomably tyrannical as he spoke with absolute conviction.
"Let the Infinite Potential be actualized."
In the next moment, reality itself responded to his command.
An obsidian-crimson singularity of pure Hunger bloomed a few meters away from Noah.
Simultaneously, a white-gold singularity of absolute Origin manifested beside it.
Each singularity was shockingly surrounded by all eighteen Core Phonemes of The First Tongue.
Linguistic authority wrapped around them in protective cocoons.
They began growing larger and pulsing with unfathomable Weavings of life and concentrated immensity.
The Singularity of Hunger instantly caused the nearby Khor to tremble violently.
She looked toward Noah with eyes wide with shock and desperate hope.
"Outsider, what have you done? What IS this?!"
