Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4212

Chapter 4212: Weavings of Power! I

The declaration Noah made was not a boast; it was a statement of intent so absolute that the Shore itself seemed to tremble in anticipation!

The golden sands around Nysteria’s corpse began to surge, a tidal wave of iridescent particles rising to embrace the fallen Early Creature.

The process was a grotesque and beautiful ballet of consumption. Flesh that had withstood the ravages of eons dissolved, muscle that had held the strength of collapsed Folds unraveled, and authority that had defied the very principles of Origin was stripped away with a terrifying, methodical efficiency!

In moments, all that remained was a pristine, colossal skeleton of obsidian bone, gleaming under the Shore’s eternal light, waiting for Ra’Zan.

The rest, the very life force and power of Nysteria, was now a swirling, incandescent cloud of pure, primordial nutrients, drawn into a vortex that centered on Noah.

The Shore had become ridiculously efficient in its devouring of nutrients after its elevation!

|Half of the weavings of the Dead Early Creature, Nysteria, are being absorbed by the Radiant Shore.|

|The essence is being refined into Primordial Nutrients of a Dead Early Creature.|

|The infusion process has begun. Your existence is now the sole target of this overwhelming influx of power.|

|You are attempting to absorb the essence of a being whose base complexity was measured in the dozens of Quadrillions. This is... ambitious.|

|[The Principle of Perpetual Harvest] recognizes this monumental effort. All gains will be amplified.|

|Nutrient Infusion Rate: +100 Trillion Complexity and Purity per second.|

The first wave hit him, and it was not a gentle tide, but a tsunami!

One hundred trillion per second. The number was a mantra of power, each tick of time a leap in evolution that lesser beings would not achieve in a million lifetimes!

He was observed.

From a respectful distance, his people watched in silent awe!

Malphas stood with the still, perfect posture of a butler witnessing a miracle, his crimson eyes glowing with a profound, almost religious fervor.

Khor floated with a knowing smile, her arms crossed as she watched her Outsider.

Sigrid, Moiraine, the Infiniverse, Ruination...they all stood as silent witnesses to his glorious, agonizing transformation!

His body, which had been a vessel of trillions, was now a crucible!

The bloody purple flames of his Haki erupted from him once more, no longer a controlled aura, but a raging, untamed inferno that reached for the sky.

His muscles, his bones, his very cells were being reforged, filled with a power so dense that his physical form began to emit a low, resonant hum, the sound of an engine being pushed far beyond its limits.

Limits.

Limitations!

Before him, what the hell were Limitations?!

HUUM!

His mind expanded, his consciousness soaring to new, unimaginable heights. He could see the intricate weavings of the Folds, the dance of authorities, the subtle, hidden currents of existence, all with a clarity that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

The more complex one became, the clearer existence became!

THUMP.

His Heart of Tyranny beat, a slow, powerful rhythm that was the anchor in the storm of his transformation. With each beat, it drew in more of Nysteria’s essence, converting it and making it his own. The rings of bloody purple rivers that spun around it became brighter, more defined, each one an infinity symbol of his unyielding will.

The prompts continued their relentless cascade, each one a milestone on his journey!

|Nutrient Infusion Ongoing: +100 Trillion Complexity and Purity per second.|

|Your existence is stabilizing under the strain. Your foundation is proving... adequate.|

|Nutrient Infusion Ongoing: +100 Trillion Complexity and Purity per second.|

|Your body is a temple of burning, glorious ambition. And it is getting very, very full.|

He felt the threshold approaching, the great, conceptual wall that separated the trillions from the quadrillions. He gathered his will, his tyranny, his entire being, and he pushed!

The moment reached its crescendo as the bloody purple flames around him coalesced, forming a colossal, spectral throne behind his ascending figure.

An unfathomably tyrannical throne!

Soulfire, a chilling blue-green flame, burned in its empty eye sockets, and a breath of necrotic frost, so cold it could freeze concepts, billowed from its skeletal jaws.

It was a masterpiece of death, a symphony of endings given form.

|A glorious Dead Existence has been summoned from the remains of an Early Creature.|

|The effort of this creation, amplified by the Harvest Festival of Death, has yielded an unprecedented result.|

|A new, terrifying existence has joined your Legion.|

As the Dracolich completed its formation, Ra’Zan waved a skeletal hand. A status sheet, woven from threads of pure death, materialized and floated toward Noah!

|Nysterios, the Ashen Calamity|

|Classification: Primordial Dracolich (Dead Existential Inevitability)|

|Complexity: 850,000,000,000,000 (850 Trillion)|

|Purity: 0|

|Distinctions:|

|- The Ashen Calamity: The inheritor of Nysteria’s rage and power. Its very presence is a blight upon the living, an aura of despair that weakens all in its vicinity.|

|- Lord of the Boneyard: Can raise any being it slays as a lesser skeletal servant. An army of the dead follows in its wake.|

|Inherent Skills:|

|- Soulfrost Breath: A torrent of necrotic frost that does not just freeze, but shatters the soul, preventing resurrection or reconstitution.|

|- Curse of a Thousand Ends: Unleashes a wave of entropic curses that cause a being’s past, present, and future to collapse simultaneously.|

|- The Tyrant’s Ire: As a being born of Nysteria’s rage, its power is amplified in the presence of its Master’s Haki. It is a weapon forged for a tyrant’s hand.|.

...!

Noah observed all these glorious achievements, his heart a steady, powerful drum in his chest!