A Fragment of an Axiom.
Noah looked at THE Secretive Eon up and down as he processed what had just happened. Just how ridiculous was this being that she was able to freely pull out a Fragment of an Axiom when he asked for a sharp blade?
He'd asked for a weapon.
She'd handed him a piece of fundamental reality!
The Fragment in her palm was a deep crimson marble that seemed to contain storms within its small form. It pulsed with chaotic light, red and black and something that wasn't quite either, swirling in patterns that refused to repeat themselves. Looking at it for too long made his eyes ache, not from brightness but from the sheer wrongness of what it represented.
This was a piece of something that predated the rules of Observable Existence, a shard of an Axiom that had helped define what Chaos meant at the most fundamental level.
"This is a Fragment of THE Axiom of Mayhem," Eon said. "Chaos-based. One of the more useful pieces I've collected over the eons."
