Around this same time.

Within the Megalos Beyond- inside the Pantheon of Umbra.

Celebrations filled with the odd culture of eldritch horrors were underway as the followers of the Great Beyonder converged around the Instrument, which was currently being led by the Great Wheel and his forces.

In the depths of Umbra, the main body of Savitar floated in a chaotic region of purple flames, a mountain of bones underneath him as his Megalos Regnum was being expressed freely and without fervor.

His skull held many complex emotions as moments later, the flickering flames within his Sockets turned to see a figure manifesting above his mountain of bones.

It was none other than the Great Ponderor.

His body remained clouded by obsidian waves of darkness, but when Savitar looked deeply within, he could see the expression of contained rage.

The moment he arrived, his words were succinct.

Tell him I want peace.

WAA!

Peace.

Peace!

The Great Ponderor honed in on Savitar right away as how could his enemy know where his bases in the Megalos Ynnere were?

The only answer was the one he had sent to him through manipulation- Savitar!

So he came here after experiencing an extremely traumatic event of having the entire Records and weavings of one of his bodies erased by a Tzar Versepiercer.

Before everything had perished, he seemed to have captured an illusory humanoid figure blazing with white flames that was making a mocking prayer of sorrow while watching everything vanish!

Peace? Haha, fucking peace?!

Savitar's purple flames raged as he looked towards the Great Ponderor.

If they weren't in the Sacred lands of the Great Beyonder that forbid fighting, he may have just staked it out right here and now even if he was weaker!

Savitar looked towards the Great Ponderor as this being had put things in motion that made it so his own Megalos Regnum was under the banner of another.

That was his dignity.

His Honor.

His very essence of authority as an Outerversal Morphon.

And after all this, the Great Ponderor thought he could just call for peace?

Motherfucker, there will be no peace for you! I've got nothing for you here so you can just roll all the fuck away.

…!

Savitar let out all his grievances to another Great One as the two gazed at each other coldly!

I have many allies who would answer my call quickly. We can make things very difficult for you-

Call whoever the fuck you want. But after you do, be sure to tell them about the scorching white flames that can instantly decimate the weavings of a Great One. Don't leave that part out, O Great Schemer.

…!

Boldness was running rampant within Savitar as he spoke back against the Great Ponderor for the first time in what seemed like forever.

He saw that nothing could be gained here as after the white flames were mentioned, his gaze further changed as he waved his tentacles and disappeared!

Savitar was the only one left behind on a mountain of bones as he harrumphed.

He remembered the golden necklace on the Dreamer of the Megalos and the obsidian crown of his Megalos Regnum that it held.

He was now expectantly waiting for the obsidian crown of the Great Ponderor to be added to it!

—

An Increase in complexity.

A forging of thousands of layers of Fabled Omniverses through the hands of Pyrrhus within the reconstruction.

The abandoned Tainted Omniverses that the Great Ponderor left behind after he took a Tzar Versepiercer in the face, causing multiple Dark Matter Cores and the remnant of Tainted Omniverses to be swallowed by the Infinite Omniverse as it prepared for its own transcending of existence!

All of it seemed like pieces falling in place as the one thing that remained out of reach…was a solution for Noah's Ordinance of Existence and future Ordinance Amalgamation.

All of one's existence had to be synonymous with their decree.

If it was destiny, one had to proudly declare destiny as in the future, they would amalgamate with it entirely. If even a part of them was not loyal to destiny, their existence would collapse.

If even a single cell didn't live and breathe destiny, their existence would collapse!

And Noah…was not a loyal man.

He dipped his feet into far too many things as when the time came to make a choice, it could not be made so freely!

Since the usage of the first Tzar Versepiercer, three days had passed as no notable changes occurred within the Tresorverse Sacred Domain, with the reconstruction proceeding smoothly as all those lucky enough to enter were working to increase their Complexity of Existence.

Every now and then, terrifying auras would undergo a change from the 81 Megalos Mountains as the terrifying auras of Entities staking everything to undergo Ordinance Amalgamation flashed.

So far, no less than 55 of such auras bloomed!

A few were Simians of the Commonwealth or other races likely associated with them, and a few were from Omniversal Lineages born from other Omniverse within the Megalos Ynnere that were never brought under the banner of the Commonwealth.

The vast majority of those attempting Ordinance Amalgamation were the Antediluvian Leviathans!

But out of the 55 attempts in the last few days…only 10 managed to be successful.

Ten.

The rate was absolutely abysmal as 45 Possessed Megalonians would face the collapse of their existence, with the only saving grace being the uniqueness of this Tresorverse where since they were ultimately Possessed Entities, they wouldn't face a full collapse of their true existence outside of this reconstruction.

It was the reason why so many were bold enough to try.

Noah…had to also make the choice to, at the very least, make a decree and form his own Ordinance before this reconstruction ended!

But he knew that if he declared Quintessence, all others would fall behind even if he successfully decreed them afterwards.

The first decree would be the main decree.

All others would fall behind.

This…he didn't not want.

The weavings of Cheats theorize a possible solution.

The weavings of the Protagonist theorize a possible solution.

…!

Different parts of him were buzzing with possibilities!