Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4147

Chapter 4147 Who Is He?! II

Noah looked over at Duke Whisker on his shoulder, his expression showing amusement reserved for watching someone get entirely too comfortable in a situation they didn't fully understand.

"You seem to have gotten very comfortable," he observed, his voice booming with layers of meaning that Duke Whisker was only beginning to understand.

The mouse waved his little hands with the kind of dismissive gesture that would have been imperious if it werent so small.

"Come on," Duke Whisker said, his whiskers twitching with what might have been embarrassment or calculation.

"You have shared with me what you called a Mead, was it? We can be considered to be on good terms by now."

The casualness of the statement made Noah's smile deepen. He shook his head.

"Is it not due to your size that you get away with many things?" Noah asked. "Imagine if I had Gwendolyn standing on my shoulder like you are."

The image that conjured…Duke Gwendolyn perched on his shoulders…was absurd enough!

Duke Whisker blinked rapidly, and his stellar eyes turned toward the thrones of the Living Origins, finding Duke Gwendolyn seated beside multiple other Dukes.

Her gaze burned as she looked toward their section with intensity that suggested she was attempting to dissolve distance through sheer force of will.

"You're not even using the term 'Duke' with her name now?" Duke Whisker observed, his voice holding genuine curiosity mixed with something that might have been concern.

"Did the events that occurred ruin the relationship that much?"

The question buzzed in the air between them!

Noah remained calm at these words, his expression giving away nothing.

"Something like that," he said simply, the dismissal in his tone suggesting entire chapters of story that he had no intention of sharing.

"Anyways, you want to gauge my origin based on who comes here with me? Let's put that to the test."

The smile that crossed his face then was pure tyranny given form…the expression of someone about to do something that would make ordered existence frantically check its notes to see if this was actually allowed!

He raised his hand with certainty, pulling upon the authority of the Early Veiled Shore to transport someone across the weavings of Existence itself!

The gesture was simple, almost negligent, but the power it commanded made local spacetime seriously consider early retirement.

A flash of obsidian brilliance erupted in the space before them, darkness that somehow illuminated rather than obscured.

Reality seemed to hiccup, flickering from light to darkness momentarily as if someone had turned existence off and on again to see if that would fix the problem.

WAP!

The sound was less noise and more existence acknowledging that something had arrived which probably shouldn't be here. Or anywhere. Or perhaps everywhere all at once!

The figure that materialized was small…diminutive even by normal standards, absolutely tiny compared to the grand beings filling the amphitheater.

But size, as everyone present was about to learn, had absolutely nothing to do with significance!

Khor stood there, blinking with eyes that contained depths suggesting she had seen the beginnings of beginnings and found them mildly interesting.

Her form was wrapped in obsidian robes that seemed to be made from compressed possibility, shifting between states of matter.

Her dark hair floated as if gravity was a suggestion but not particularly relevant.

She looked around with those shining eyes, taking in the grand amphitheater, the assembled powers of existence, the careful arrangements of authority and hierarchy, and her first words were…

"Outsider, is this the Folds you have prepared for me to eat?"

BOOM!

The question landed in the localized silence around them.

On Noah's shoulder, Duke Whisker's entire body went rigid, his stellar eyes widening.

A Fold? To be eaten?

The words were utterly terrifying in their casual impossibility. Folds weren't things that could be consumed!

They were fundamental structures of existence, the very framework upon which reality organized itself.

Suggesting one could eat a Fold was like…was like…!

Noah gazed at Duke Whisker, watching the mouse struggle to make sense of what he had just heard, watching assumptions about reality crumble in real-time.

Then, with the same casual tone one might use to discuss dinner plans, he turned to Khor and said.

"No, not this one. This is the little meeting that all Ten Living Existences are having to discuss an issue relating to... Dead Existences."

The words 'Dead Existences' seemed to catch Khor's attention in a way that the grand assembly hadn't.

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