Chapter 4154: Order! II

The words buzzed in the air like the moment between lightning and thunder...that breathless pause where reality holds still, knowing that everything is about to change!

She would establish Order, but not with the Living Origins!

The declaration rippled outward through the assembled Origins like a stone thrown into perfectly still water, each wave carrying deeper implications than the last.

Behind Origin Ama Gias, the collected Dukes recoiled as if physically struck.

Their eyes...stellar, crystalline, void-touched, burning, expressed a symphony of emotions!

Betrayal mixed with disbelief.

Shock tangled with rage.

And underneath it all, a current of something that might have been fear...not of Sigrid herself, but of what her rejection represented.

The weapon they had forged turning away from their hand. The Order they had cultivated choosing its own path!

The Origin Ama was silent.

The entire area was silent.

The only sound that dared to break that terrible quiet was, shockingly, the soft scratching of pen against paper.

The Queen of Matter sat with perfect composure, a golden page floating before her as she wrote with careful precision in a white-gold book whose cover bore the title "The Chronicles of Order" in script that seemed to rearrange itself depending on the angle of observation.

She wrote with the focus of someone documenting history as it happened, understanding that this moment would echo through epochs yet unborn!

Her pen moved with steady certainty, recording not just words but the weight of them, the shape of the silence that followed them, the precise quality of shock that painted itself across faces.

Apart from this literary intrusion, there was immense silence!

Duke Gwendolyn seemed to have been frozen mid-thought, her entire being locked in a moment of cognitive dissolution.

If these words had come from Osmont...that mysterious anomaly who defied categorization.. she would have argued, fought, perhaps even laughed at the audacity.

But they had emerged from the Young Miss herself, from THE Living Order, from the being they had sacrificed generations to create.

This...

The thought couldn’t complete itself. There was no framework for this betrayal that wasn’t betrayal, this rejection that was somehow more insulting than opposition.

At least enemies acknowledged your importance by opposing you.

Sigrid... was simply walking away.

Sigrid remained calm after her words.

The white-gold radiance that surrounded her didn’t flicker or waver, Order itself seemed to have accepted her decision, perhaps had even been waiting for it.

Origin Ama Gias continued staring with those pure white eyes that contained depths suggesting she had seen the birth and death of concepts themselves.

Then, with movement that managed to be both graceful and threatening, she began to float toward Noah and Sigrid.

Her hand rose with gentle authority, a simple gesture that stopped all others from following.

She descended until she stood directly in front of them, close enough that the terrible power she contained...hundreds of trillions in complexity and purity compressed into form, created its own atmosphere.

The air grew thick with potential violence carefully leashed, destruction politely declining to manifest.

Her entirely white eyes were eerie and majestic simultaneously.

She looked at Sigrid with an expression that might have been maternal if mothers could unmake existence with a thought, then shifted her gaze to Noah with assessment that seemed to be cataloging every possible way to end him.

"I also have a memory from childhood that I will share with you," she said, her voice carrying the particular tone of someone about to weaponize nostalgia. "If you don’t mind."

Without waiting for permission that wouldn’t have mattered anyway, Origin Ama Gias began.

"When I was young...and yes, even beings like us were young once, I would listen to the reports my Origin Ama received. Every morning, without fail, lists of names."

"Living Origins who had fallen to Inevitabilities. Living Existences who had been consumed by Paradoxes. The talented erased by chaos. The promising dissolved by disorder."

Her voice carried the weight of accumulated loss, each word another grave in an infinite cemetery.

"Every day, there would be death. Not the clean death of age or the honorable death of battle, but the senseless death of existence simply failing to continue."

"Children who would never grow. Lovers separated by dissolution. Entire lineages erased because chaos had decided to express itself through their destruction."

She paused, her white eyes growing distant with memory.

"One day, I was taken to witness truth firsthand. Near a Doorway to The Loom that held extremely unique resources...materials that could elevate existence itself, but also an overabundance of Inevitabilities."

"The expedition was supposed to be routine. Three hundred Honored Living Existences. Fifty Royal Living Existences. Veterans all, beings who had survived impossibility before."

The temperature around them dropped, though whether from her power or the weight of memory was impossible to determine.

"I watched as they died. Not heroically, not meaningfully, just... ended. Inevitabilities don’t care about your story, your purpose, your potential. They simply consume your Everything, and existence stops. When the battle was over...if such slaughter could be called battle, I was given a task. I was responsible for collecting the bodies."

Her gaze returned to the present, focusing on Sigrid with intensity that could have pierced concepts.

"For every body I collected, every face I had to look into knowing the existence behind it was gone forever, I told myself the same thing. If only something existed to prevent these deaths. If only existence didn’t have something missing that caused all this chaos. If only... there could be Order."

HUUM!

The word ’Order’ emerged from her lips like a prayer that had been repeated so often it had worn grooves in reality itself.

"I prayed day and night for Order. I sacrificed for it, killed for it, gave everything I had and things I didn’t know I could give for the mere possibility of it. And now that the potential for Order is here, now that the Seed of THE Living Order has finally bloomed after all our sacrifice..."

She paused, her composure cracking just enough to show the anger beneath.

"It’s telling me to fuck off?"

HUUM!

The profanity landed like a slap against the formality of the moment!

Their surroundings began to buzz with power that wanted to express itself, reality itself trembling on the edge of violence that would reshape local space into something unrecognizable!

But then, as quickly as it had risen, all that fury faded.

Origin Ama’s expression shifted to something almost worse than anger...forgiveness.

The kind of forgiveness that parents showed children who didn’t know better, that teachers showed students who hadn’t learned yet, that experience showed innocence before innocence inevitably died.

"Child," she said, her voice now sweet with understanding that felt like condescension wrapped in silk, "you are young. There are many things out there you do not know. Many horrors that need Order."

"The Veil Sundering that nearly unmade seven Folds. The Paradox Confluence that created zones where existence itself became uncertain. The upcoming weavings that even we barely understand."

She extended her hand with the particular grace of someone offering salvation.

"Come back into the folds of Origin. You began with us...continue with us. An Origin Ama is an Ama for all Origins. You may have lost your biological Ama, but I am still your Ama. Come and embrace your Ama, your mother."

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