Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4148

Chapter 4148 Who Is He?! III

The Concordat Amphitheater of the Transcendent Temporal Folds seemed to hold its breath as Khor gently returned Duke Whisker to Noah's shoulder.

The small mouse settled back into his position with the dignity of someone pretending the last few moments hadn't happened, though his stellar eyes still sparkled with a mixture of indignation and awe!

Khor nodded to Noah, her expression carrying the assessment of someone who had seen the rise and fall of concepts that current existence hadn't even invented yet.

"Well," she said, her voice carrying across their private bubble of conversation with the weight of eons, "at least it may be interesting. I haven't seen Living Existences gather together peacefully for quite some time."

She paused, her gaze sweeping across the assembled powers. "Though the ones here... seem a bit weak."

WAA!

The words landed in the space between them with the devastation of someone mentioning that the sun seemed a bit dim today!

Duke Whisker's entire form went rigid again, his whiskers twitching.

These were Dukes, Royal Living Existences, Honored Living Existences…the accumulated power in this amphitheater could reshape many Folds, rewrite the rules of Existence, and unmake concepts themselves!

And Khor had just called them fucking weak!

Noah's eyes flashed with interest.

This was the kind of perspective that could recontextualize everything he thought he knew about power structures in existence. "How so?" he asked.

Khor's expression shifted into something contemplative, her eyes taking on that distant quality of someone sorting through memories that spanned epochs.

"I have seen many Living Existences," she began. "Some were weak like this, yes, but others... others had the power of Young Early Creatures inside their bodies. They were beings that commanded respect not through title or accumulation, but through the simple fact that opposing them meant accepting obliteration as the most merciful outcome."

She paused, letting the implications of that comparison settle.

Young Early Creatures. Not full Early Creatures, not the titans that had shaped the Earliest Folds through will alone, but their young…and that was still incomparably beyond what sat before them now.

"But those here..." she continued, gesturing with a hand that had just treated Duke-level existence as irrelevant, "they accumulate complexity like collecting stones, thinking that quantity will eventually become quality. The purity of their respective Living Existential Authority…ah, I just cannkt put my finger on it!"

…!

Duke Whisker, still recovering from his recent handling but unable to contain his need to defend the dignity of his peers, looked toward Khor with astonishment mixing with indignation.

His tiny paw pointed toward the section reserved for Living Laws, where authority manifested as visible architecture.

"What do you mean weak?" he asked, his voice carrying all the affront his small form could muster.

His paw remained extended, directing attention to a particular figure. "Look there…do you see her? That is The Law Maker, Elysana, who stems from the White Law Royal Living Existences themselves."

His voice grew stronger as he continued. "She is a Duke whose power exceeds mine by at least ten times…and I do not say this lightly! She stands as one of the Nine Law Makers that hold sway over all Living Laws currently in existence. When she speaks, reality listens not because it chooses to but because it has no choice. Her decisions ripple backward through time to ensure they were always true. How can she be... weak?"

The Law Maker, Elysana, sat at the forefront of the Living Laws section like judgment given form.

Her hair cascaded in waves of dazzling white that seemed to contain within each strand the weight of verdicts that had shaped civilizations.

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