Chapter 53: [53] The Primordial Weaver, Finding the Battery
The asteroid field was a swirling and dangerous maze of cosmic debris.
Massive chunks of dead planets, broken divine armor, and petrified God-flesh violently collided in the dark and silent vacuum of the Chaos Sea!
Arthur Sterling navigated his Order Field through the wreckage with cold and calculating precision.
It was exactly like a ruthless CEO maneuvering through a hostile corporate audit.
Beside him, Lyra’s violet eyes darted frantically as her hands hovered over her
Stardusk daggers.
Even within the absolute safety of Arthur’s reality-enforcing bubble, the sheer proximity to the raw and unformatted void was terrifying. It was more than enough to set a mortal’s nerves entirely on edge!
"The pulse is getting stronger," Lyra whispered with a tremble.
She pointed toward a particularly dense cluster of floating rocks ahead.
"It’s coming from the center of that debris field. It feels desperate... like soone is drowning and trying to build a raft out of the water."
"That is because the Outer Gods feed on Order," Arthur replied.
His voice was a low and analytical hum. He had completely figured out the ecosystem of the Primordial Chaos within re hours.
"The Bubble Realms and our multiverses are like massive farms of refined energy.
The Gods out here are predators."
Arthur narrowed his eyes. "If sothing is out here projecting a structured and ordered aura, it is basically ringing a dinner bell."
"Then why hasn’t it been eaten yet?" Lyra asked nervously.
"Because it’s trapped," Arthur said.
The heavy Ebonheart Sword materialized instantly in his hand. "And the trap is ant to slowly starve it."
They rounded a massive slab of broken obsidian and the source of the pulse finally ca into full view!
Arthur stopped imdiately. His heavy boots locked onto the surface of a floating asteroid.
He stared at the unbelievable scene before him. A genuine flicker of surprise actually crossed his stoic face.
"Well," Arthur murmured. "That is quite the setup."
Suspended in the dead center of the asteroid field was a woman.
She was bound spread-eagle to a colossal and jagged slab of pure null-stone!
Thick glowing chains made of concentrated starlight wrapped tightly around her wrists, ankles, and throat. She was completely and utterly pinned.
But it wasn’t the chains that caught Arthur’s attention. It was her body.
She possessed the upper torso and face of a devastatingly beautiful ethereal woman.
Her skin was a luminescent pale blue, and her eyes were completely white and devoid of any pupils.
However, from her back extended six massive and segnted spider-like limbs made of pure crystalline energy!
Despite being bound and clearly starving, those six limbs were moving in a frantic rhythmic blur.
They were weaving!
She was literally pulling invisible threads of chaotic energy from the void and knitting them together. This ford a faint glowing shield around her body to keep the corrosive anti-matter away.
"What is she?" Lyra gasped and instinctively took a step back.
"She is the battery," Arthur declared.
His trademark predatory smile slowly returned to his face.
[Ding!]
[Target Analysis Complete!]
[?? Entity: Kaelith, The Weaver of Realities]
[?? Classification: Rogue Architect. Primordial Entity]
[?? Status: Severely depleted. Bound by Supre Outer God suppression chains.]
Arthur’s eyes glead brightly as he read the glowing system prompt.
An Architect!
She was a being native to the Chaos Sea that actually built reality instead of consuming it.
Her passive ability to refine raw chaos into structured order was exactly the kind of infinite energy loop he needed. It was the perfect engine to fuel his 1,000,000x multiplier!
"Wait here," Arthur commanded as he stepped directly out of his localized Order
Field.
"Authur, no!" Lyra hissed and frantically reached for him.
But Arthur was already moving!
He pushed his Dinsional Breaker Physique to its absolute limit. He let his dense pseudo-ascended muscles absorb the horrific corrosive pressure of the raw void!
His dark coat imdiately began to fray at the edges, but he didn’t falter for a single second.
He walked casually across the floating debris.
His heavy boots crunched against the rock until he stopped directly in front of the chained entity.
Kaelith’s blind white eyes snapped toward him instantly!
The mont she registered his presence, her six ethereal spider limbs aggressively flared out.
The faint shield she was weaving imdiately thickened into a razor-sharp barricade of spatial geotry.
She didn’t speak with vocal cords.
Instead, a violently heavy alien concept slamd directly into Arthur’s mind!
It wasn’t words. It was a psychic projection of absolute hostility. It perfectly translated into the agonizing feeling of being crushed by a collapsing dinsion.
’Leave. Consur. Parasite. Leave or be unwritten.’
Arthur didn’t even flinch.
The sheer ntal pressure of a Primordial entity would have instantly liquefied a Celestial God’s brain!
But Arthur had just spent the last five years ruling over an infinite multiverse. He possessed the unyielding willpower of a true tyrant.
He calmly crossed his arms and stared directly into her blank eyes.
He forcefully projected his own conceptual thought right back at her. It was an overwhelming sensation of cold and unyielding corporate dominance!
’I am not here to eat you, bug,’ Arthur transmitted smoothly. He forced his imnse will to translate the concepts into standard language in her head. ’I am here to offer you a job.’
Kaelith completely froze.
The frantic weaving of her glowing limbs slowed to a crawl. She tilted her head as a wave of profound alien confusion washed over their psychic link.
’You project Order,’ her mind whispered. The concept felt like a chilling breeze. ’You are a Bubble mortal. A contained spark. How do you exist in the Deep Dark? Why are you not unraveling?’
"Because I refuse to," Arthur said aloud.
His voice vibrated with absolute certainty. He didn’t care if she understood the sound because the intent behind it was perfectly clear.
"You are an Architect. You build things," Arthur continued. "The big ugly squids out here caught you trying to build a new world, so they chained you up to starve. It’s just standard corporate sabotage."
He took a step closer until the toe of his boot touched the null-stone slab.
’I am Kaelith,’ the entity projected.
Her ntal voice was laced with ancient exhaustion and bitter pride.
’I weave the fabric. The Devourers seek only to unmake. They bound
to the Null-Rock so my spark would slowly bleed into the Chaos.’
She looked down at him.
’You cannot break these chains, mortal. They are forged from the very concept of Imprisonnt by the High Lords.’
"I really don’t care about their concepts," Arthur sneered with contempt. "I only care about output."
"I think i have done this before
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