Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4054

Chapter 4054: Records Without Limitations! III

Brilliant multicolored waves of light continued to echo out across the Early Veiled Shore as more prompts cascaded down!

|Without limitations to hide them, truths are becoming visible|

|Accessing archived data from collapsed timelines, records, and weavings of existence are being retrieved…|

…!

A brilliant white light suddenly engulfed everything.

It wasn’t harsh or blinding.

The light was the light of revelation, of understanding, of veils being lifted!

Noah found himself suspended in luminescence that had texture, that had meaning encoded in every photon.

|You are witnessing the history of what is now known as the Infiniverse|

|Limitation removal has allowed access to memories thought permanently lost|

|Prepare for historical reconstruction…|

The white light began to resolve into something else, like fog clearing to reveal a landscape that had always been there.

A record!

A History!

Noah found himself observing… witnessing with the clarity of someone watching the most important moment in history unfold.

A scene began to construct itself from thr white light!

He saw a vast stretch of land that dwarfed anything he had encountered.

On it were silver white glimmering sands.

The silver-white sands weren’t just beautiful, they were buzzing with potential, each grain containing enough complexity to birth civilizations!

Incandescent waters lapped at shores that extended beyond perception, while roiling mists wrapped around the edges like reality’s own uncertainty about where this place ended and impossibility began.

But paradise had been violated.

Thousands of Massive marine lifeforms…ancient species whose very existence predated the categories used to classify life…lay with their titanic bodies torn open.

Their wounds weren’t clean cuts but tears in existence itself, as if someone had reached into reality and pulled these creatures apart at the conceptual level!

Their blood, crimson-gold and luminous, painted the sacred waters with evidence of catastrophe.

The land itself bore witness to destruction.

Vibrant trees that might have been the ancestors of every tree that would ever grow lay shattered, their branches reaching toward skies that could no longer shelter them.

Farmlands that had been cultivated with patience measured in eons were soaked with that same crimson-gold blood, their carefully tended rows now graves for ambitions that would never fruit.

Structures rose from this carnage like accusations!

Totems that touched clouds and anchored themselves in the world’s foundation stood cracked but defiant.

Ancient buildings whose architecture suggested purposes beyond simple habitation lay in various states of collapse.

Geometric constructs that might have been art or might have been technology or might have been both sprawled across the landscape, some still humming with dying energy.

But it was the corpses that truly told the story.

More than a dozen Early Creatures lay scattered across this continental expanse!

“We wanted to let you be. Your Shore was beautiful, productive, peaceful. But we must do this. The equation is simple when reduced to its components.”

The kneeling Early Creature’s expression shifted from grief to something sharper. “So… who is commanding you? Who has the authority to order this massacre?”

The silence that followed was heavy with reluctance.

The nine Early Creatures exchanged glances that suggested they wished this question hadn’t been asked, that naming their authority would make their actions even more real.

Finally, the leader spoke, his voice heavy with the weight of truth that couldn’t be avoided.

“THE Living Paradox.”

BOOM!

The name fell like a stone into still water, creating ripples of implication that spread outward endlessly.

Why?

Why would THE Living Paradox want this? What was it doing now?!

The kneeling Early Creature paled, her tears stopping as shock overwrote grief. Her teeth ground together with force that could have powdered diamonds.

Then she laughed…a sound devoid of humor but full of defiance.

“Legacy,” she said, the word given weight by her approaching death. “Every creature that has ever existed leaves one, whether they know it or not. Some leave legacies of creation, building things that outlast them. Others leave legacies of destruction, tearing down what others built.”

She looked at each of the nine in turn, memorizing their faces.

“Your legacy will be one of obedience. You’ll be remembered…if you’re remembered at all, as the hands that held the weapons, not the minds that chose the targets. Pawns who confused following orders with strength.”

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