Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3880

Chapter 3880: The Living That Are Bound! IV

Rising Marine Lifeforms roared with valor and fear above the Sacred Waters while Noah entered a unique state of mind.

The sands were warm beneath his feet.

Corrective predators.

His eyes drifted toward Moiraine, who stood again at full height. Her halos shimmered behind her, her posture impeccable. Her gaze was still reverent. Still distant. fre.eweb(n)ovel\.c om

But now... it was time to rebuild.

The birth of new Originus Venerants had begun from a single bite of meat!

The auras vanished.

Those from the Infiniverse Wheel of Existence who were arduously working for their complexity...

The ocean stilled.

Then came nothing.

"And Eat."

The moment was anything but.

They failed.

He looked past her, to the collection of faces that had gathered nearby. His son- Henry, Kazuhiko, Barbatos, Adelaide, the Emperor Penguin, and the many others who had arrived in these shores.

And with that...

No gesture of violence.

As he spoke of cooking, her smile came as she walked over as if she understood.

They were here to cleanse.

The waters continued to pulse.

BOOM!

A shame, he thought!

The more that came, the more he would gain.

And from within it, the mechanics stirred.

He motioned toward the glowing trio of crystalline trees that pulsed softly near the heart of the Shores.

It was good.

Even without sight, he could feel their intention.

HUUM!

Only the boxes remained.

BOOM!

He gazed forward, where silence met sea.

She chewed slowly, eyes never leaving him.

He sat down, finally, on the sands of the Early Veiled Shore. free\we\bnov(e)(l).com

He looked at each of them. They waited.

Behind him, Moiraine moved.

He spoke quietly.

Liora stepped back unconsciously, gripping her forged glass bucket tight. Henry narrowed his eyes. Even the Emperor Penguin, usually brash and boastful, tilted his head in wary awe.

HUUM!

He had lost many things.

He read it. Dismissed it.

Just a touch.

Noah turned at last, watching as Moiraine floated back down toward him. The boxes glided beside her, smooth and radiant. Her expression, as always, was poised.

"...can cook."

|All Early Living Marine Lifeforms have been eliminated. In a near indeterminate amount of time, another Wave will appear to correct the violation of the Population of the Early Veiled Shore.|

Their auras grew brighter. Sharper.

Eleven white-gold boxes bloomed into existence.

But the moment they bit and devoured...

A soft wind blew across the sand, brushing his shoulder like a warning. But Noah did not move. He had already spoken.

Not one tendril of power made it past her skin.

An eruption of purity. Of complexity. Of memory and potential blooming into one.

Hundreds of thousands of Lattices of Origin emerged within them, their foundations taking root right away!

He gestured toward the great black Wok embedded near the center of the shore.

Noah nodded as a prompt bloomed before him.

And so, as the prompt had echoed, the culling mechanism began!

The Early Living Marine Lifeforms had their Glyphs pulse with blue-white brilliance, refined and brutal. The Refined Glyph flared brightest, the air around it shaking as storms of existence would bloom from it!

"And the rest of you..."

Moiraine, who had taken a single piece of meat with clinical precision, paused mid-bite as her gaze turned to him again in marvel and respect.

It took less than a second, and this was mainly because Moiraine glanced at them and took in their wonder!

Perfect squares, each side engraved with paradoxical script. They folded over the Marine Lifeforms in an instant.

"When your Realms stabilize," he said, "use the sand. Forge glass tools. Water the three trees at the center of the Shore."

And when he gave a command, the world would adjust.

It was a gift.

Eleven presences. Blazing with compressed force. Marked by their Basic Glyphs of Water. One- Refined.

Their Towers of Origin began to form at this moment!

After he said this, his gaze went toward his mother.

"Some of you can cook. Others can do these other tasks. If you want to test yourselves again Early Living Marine Lifeform, just let Moiraine know."

They could not wrap around her. Not because she blocked them, but because they were simply not allowed.

"They are now within my [Schrödinger’s Boxes]," she said softly. "Until you open them, they exist in both states, alive and dead. The moment the box opens, the latter becomes truth."

She regarded them as if they were sacred. As if their birth, their aggression, their very existence was something she revered. Because to her, they were.

The surges of pressure- those condensed glyphic authorities attempted to coil around her.

And the rebuilding would be magisterial and unfathomably quintessential!