Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4295

Chapter 4295: What is The Way? V

THE Weavers had uttered dreadful words.

As for the Fold Dweller... his eyes opened wide in absolute, soul-shattering shock.

In the next moment, he found that the distant stars he had always been staring at... he was now observing them right in front of his eyes, as if he could simply reach out and touch them.

...!

He was utterly, completely frightened!

When he opened his mouth to scream, no sound came out. He flailed around, a puppet in a stringless void, feeling the strange, terrifying absence of gravity.

In his terror, his mind, still a brilliant, analytical engine even in the face of its own annihilation, remembered the words of the three hooded women.

Simply ignore nature.

Do things your Way. If your Way was to be able to survive in space, then you could survive in space!

He thought this, his mind a desperate, pleading mantra against the crushing, absolute truth of the void.

Because he knew, with a certainty that was its own form of terror, that if he did not think so, he may just crumble and perish in the next moment.

And...

He breathed.

He opened his eyes. In front of him, the distant sun, Procyon, shone with a brilliant, beautiful light, and he was not burned to oblivion.

He was in space. He was alive.

He was breathing. Simply because he had chosen to defy nature, to defy the Way of Existence that had always been established.

He had chosen his Way.

He was an entity that had not even an ounce of mana or authority coursing across his body, and yet, here he was, floating in the silent, terrible beauty of the cosmos, having found his Way!

But he... was an anomaly!

It could almost be said with certainty that...nobody else could replicate what he did!

But that was his Way.

And his Way would lead to unfathomable grandeur!

—

In the same Earliest Folds.

At a different point in time.

Aethelgard.

BOOM!

Noah watched an unfolding war with a sense of peace, his gaze now that of a scavenger, a predator circling a feast of giants.

He looked for the scraps, for the casualties, for the glorious, terrible loot that the chaos of battle would inevitably produce!

And The Dead had begun to appear.

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