In the Early Veiled Shore of THE Infiniverse.
Alexander Asmodeus, The Peacemaker, stood while watching the emergence of Phonemes of The First Tongue far above him as they bloomed like celestial flowers across the blue-gold sky.
Osmont taught his people a language that nobody should be capable of grasping, and his people were shockingly grasping it.
Well, a very select few.
There was a Penguin that had begun getting hit by Osmont's vibrant Goad after it seemed like the penguin was getting nowhere with its attempts at forming even the most basic Phoneme. The stick descended again and again with rhythmic precision, each strike accompanied by patient instruction that somehow made the violence seem educational.
But even that blue-gold stick in Osmont's hands seemed to be hitting to infuse knowledge into the one being beaten as it seemed to be tough love of the most literal variety.
But either way...
