Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4160

Chapter 4160: The Dead Do Not Stay Dead! I

What did they represent?

Noah gazed upon the masses of beings arrayed before him with the calm of someone who had already won a game that others didn’t know they were playing.

He remained lounged on his throne with deliberate casualness, one knee raised in a position that suggested both relaxation and readiness.

Sigrid sat on his other knee, her presence there making the throne less furniture and more statement!

Around them, their assembled companions formed a tableau that defied conventional categorization. Erikson stood like a guard, if guards wore beach attire and carried slippers that could humiliate existence itself.

The Emperor Penguin’s prideful form shone with gold and black lights, while Titano’s massive presence loomed with simple certainty!

Moiraine pulsed with paradox, Ruination, The Infiniverse...each member of their group radiated different authorities- some blazing with Living Origin light, others carrying signatures that defied classification.

They were unique in their disorder, unruly in their unity!

Noah himself gave off no particular aura, which was perhaps the most unsettling thing of all.

In a gathering where power announced itself through presence, his absence of emanation suggested either weakness or strength so profound it didn’t need advertisement.

Toward the question of representation, Noah’s gaze found Elysia Firmhand of the Blue Fields.

He could be considered sympathetic toward those under the umbrella of the First Farmer...after all, he had walked the path of harvest, had made effort matter in ways that transcended normal causality.

The First Farmer was someone he met in the Earliest Folds as he obtained much from him!

But these beings following his legacy were also overbearing in their righteousness, certain in their superiority, dismissive in their assessment.

Overbearing.

He...could also be overbearing.

"Representation is a unique thing, isn’t it?" Noah began, "I stand here as me, and yet that’s not allowed. I have to be grouped under an umbrella, categorized, filed away in your understanding. I have to represent something beyond myself. I cannot simply be... me."

HUUM!

He paused, letting the absurdity of the requirement settle.

"So if I must have a categorization, if existence demands I represent something larger than individual will..." His eyes blazed with tyrannical amusement. "Then I, The Osmontian, represent Order."

HUUM!

Order.

The word rang through the amphitheater with the clarity of a bell that had been waiting eons to be struck.

Eyes throughout the gathering shone with sudden interest, reassessment, recalculation.

THE Living Order had been declared dead, dissolved, ended a long time ago.

Yet here was someone claiming to represent Order!

Elysia’s eyes narrowed to slits that could have cut concepts. When she spoke, her voice carried the tone of someone testing the ice before committing their full weight.

"For years, the stories of the Earliest Folds have been passed around...truth tangled with fiction until even those who lived them can’t always separate them. But throughout all versions, all tellings, history agrees on one point: THE Living Order perished. Collapsed. Ceased."

She paused, her gaze moving between Noah and Sigrid with weight that could have crushed normal matter.

"Are you telling us we have the grand honor to witness the inheritors of THE Living Order itself?"

Noah’s smile deepened with satisfaction.

He nodded lightly, the gesture carrying the casualness of someone acknowledging the weather was nice.

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