119 - Vital information on the intricacies of naming.

"Now to the most important thing. While your boon is good, the next part is very essential for you. Even I am yet to understand its full complexities which is why I'll be bothering you with it ". The angel getting confused with the slew of words could only scratch her head thoughtfully before asking.

"Bother me with what?".

Alas, the teenager wasn't even looking up, her eyes to the ground as her mind began making several conjectures about the issue that plagued her. Many a lot of beings had been named but none had made the realm or multiverse react to them. Which brought up the question, what was it about the name that had made the demon so much more than what it already was?

"Was it in meaning or was it.. . "Wait. Meaning. The words. They, oh my, my oh my. Eth'ela. You never cease to amaze me you cute little pumpkin. And I thought I was the smart one. I might have to take a peek into that fabulous head of yours" Quintapazzuri looked up to the sky almost piercing through its clouds with her All-seer gaze.

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In Gerasmine's realm, Eth'ela couldn't help but shiver as a feeling of danger washed over her. Sighing she leaned back noting the smile on the teenager's lips while the eyes looked up as if looking right at them through the screen.

'Damn that All-seer gaze and mind of hers.' The thought echoed in her head before facing the others and announcing. " She figured it out".

The room exploded in shock as everyone glared at her and then cast a glance at their mother who was stopping them from descending on this little girl to make her spill the truth.

"Just tell them, the advantage is gone anyway" Gerasmine chuckled. "And no I didn't share it with her. She figured it out herself. After all, all of you were named the same way. Okay, not all of you. " Once she stated this fact everyone was shocked.

Some of them were named the same way. Meant that whatever that demon felt they had it too. What was it then? All eyes went to each other wondering who and who had the names before they focused on Eth'ela who grumbled stubbornly for a second sensing that Gerasmine might not actually step in if they were to descend on her.

Finally, she spilled, and with each word, their eyes widened.

Names had meaning.

It was something Erizos had taken lightly when naming Velces. Even when naming himself.

His multiverse had already been reacting to the wierd names he had kept popping up at first for himself and then his children. Then after naming all the gods he finally put it down.

Rulerunes were fun but it wasn't all worlds that would have minds capable of forming them perfectly or even using them at all. So he took what was already being slowly crafted and made it into a second limb.

Doing that had affected those whose names were already locked in while those who were newly named now had the effect and benefits.

The Tongue of Erlezoian. By simply naming something in that language it made that thing what its name said it was. The Multiverse's language.

When he named himself Erizos it hadn't meant much since he had merely tried to use the name to hide. As such his name could be said to mean the one hidden in plain sight or whatever way he wanted to transcribe it as. Getting power both from being acknowledged by his multiverse and after recording it as an Erlezoian tongue.

It was Erlezos though that carried a bigger meaning. One had to remember that when he named himself it was at the very beginning. He was barely stronger than a demigod then. Naming himself had created an effect that sent lightning from his multiverse down to Fiarin back then as an acknowledgment to its owner.

Back then when he'd termed himself as not being who he was but something new he wouldn't realize its meaning until now. And now. Its meaning had rung true for him. Strangely even before he had started naming himself. First was the weird damas, then the order and chaos assimilating with him perfectly. Then finally was the sentient order core which mutated him to another level.

By the time he'd begun creating the Tongue of Erlezoian, its meaning was already set.

So indeed he was never remaining as what he once was. Intended or not.

Erizos had basically made his own Latin. Or more accurately the language of the Gods. Soon in the future, many would realize that performing powerful spells would require this language or Rulerunes. And knowing the language would help many to learn the various secrets of the gods. But that was for the near to come future.

The gods could only blink as each thought of something before looking back to the screen.

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Quintapazzuri didnt even bother wasting more time after figuring it all out. Now all she needed was an Erlezoian word that would depict exactly what she wanted of the angel.

The words not only had to connect their forward but also had to be a representation of their past and present. With only one event to make a past and a very current present Quintapazzuri found it more difficult to name this Angel. Yet she was never one to give up. She wasn't the smartest for nothing.

Finally, it clicked and she looked at the angel with a wide Cheshire grin. "Weaker than most yet unwilling to admit defeat, Seeks strength through knowledge and victory in planning or deceit. I'll name you Szmelda Toroteir (1)"

At first, there was nothing. Then the voice of what Szmelda had decided was the Scroll sounded.

[YOU HAVE BEEN NAMED]

With that statement, a silver bolt of lightning flashed with intensity and drew a long sharp arc straight for the ground where it struck into the green sea and disappeared.

The angel stiffened as energy flooded through her cells and then into her brain before halting and dissipating.

At the same time, she felt this strange power she felt a high reverence for this female. While she didn't know exactly what was different about it, she knew instinctively just like Aimaros had known that it was even better than a boon.

Proud of herself and acting smug while looking at the kneeling angel Quintapazzuri just smiled before speaking.

"Call me All-Seer" Another flash of divine lightning lit the sky this time in a golden and more terrible flash. Her name while spoken in Erlezoian was for some reason translated to Aavari just like Dreamer. Still, it did nothing to reduce its meaning in any way.

By the time Szmelda heard the booming of the following thunder and raised her head the azure-eyed teenager was gone. Yet she missed the frown on the teenager's face right before she left, a frown directed at the wings of the female angel. More accurately to the eyes on the wings.

Not minding the sudden disappearance Szmelda summoned her scroll, the ancient gleaming paper with its archaic words appeared right in front of her almost like it was as eager to show her the new addition as she was to see it.

And see she did. Enough to make her mind spin and heartbeat. For not only had she gained one name but she also had gained something more fruitful. Something even better.

A new scroll.

Yet while the adventures of demon and angel would make a tale grander than most, something even more interesting in the eyes of the gods was happening.

Something that had all beings in Mitawas and far to the reaches of the 4th wall halting and rushing back like specs of light. After all, the one and only Multiversal Deific Tree had long ago stepped into its infancy stage. But now it had broken through into the juvenile stage.

But that was not what made the current event even more astounding. At its base stood the still bare-bodied man, golden sword floating beside him as if to peek at what he carried in his palm. In his grasp, held like an egg was a glowing god-head-sized orb in the shape of a spherical ball. It had a golden, green, and blue light permeating from it.

Right in front of him, Taumune shivered as she sent her senses into this orb of light while giggling excitedly. She had every reason to be excited too. Unable to move about and help like the others yet here she had done the one thing her father patiently waited for all this while. She could see the relieved look in the man's eyes as he gazed from the seed to her and back again.

She had greatly helped him here, without having to wait for the entire energy needed to form one of these. She as a juvenile sapling tree had borne the first world seed that would have cost Erizos over a billion in divinity to make.

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(1) - Strategist, Absorber