Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4371

Chapter 4371: Collaboration and Civilizations II

A simple and crude weave of Mana, but it was his!

He released the incomplete Weave and simply stood there, marveling at what had changed in a single day.

His power had risen tenfold compared to his old self. Ten times stronger, ten times more capable, ten times more alive than he had been before The Ancestor appeared.

One day.

In one impossible, glorious day, everything had changed!

"Kael."

The voice cut through his contemplation with a gentle authority.

The Ancestor’s tone carried across the domain despite the distance, as if space itself had agreed to deliver the message personally.

Kael turned immediately, his heart quickening from the reverence that came from meeting someone who had saved you and then given you tools to save yourself.

He found The Ancestor standing near the center of their settlement, surrounded by the soft glow of Mana that seemed to follow him like atmosphere acknowledging its master.

"Ancestor," Kael said, bowing respectfully before approaching.

Noah, though Kael still thought of him primarily as The Ancestor, looked at him.

"All things here will be left for you to lead," Noah said simply, the statement landing like a crown being placed on shoulders that weren’t sure they could bear its weight.

Kael’s eyes widened. "Ancestor, I-"

Noah raised a hand gently, cutting off the protest before it could fully form.

"You need to be careful," he continued, his tone becoming more serious. "Institute strict values for any newborns. For all generations that come after you. Not merely rules, but understanding. Not just commands, but wisdom that persists even after the reasons for it might become unclear."

He stepped closer, and Kael felt the weight of those words settling over him.

"Instill in them the teachings of Mana I will instill in you. Show them the Way. Make them understand that this power isn’t just strength-it’s responsibility, it’s purpose, it’s the foundation of everything you’re building here."

Noah’s expression grew even more intense.

"But most critical of all...more important than any technique, any Weave, any advancement...is the reality of remaining isolated."

...!

The emphasis on that final word made Kael’s breath pulse.

"Until I call upon you," Noah said with finality. "Until that moment, this domain is your entire existence. The outside world doesn’t exist for you. Other beings, other conflicts, other opportunities...none of them matter. Only isolation. Only cultivation. Only preparation for the day when I will need you."

Kael nodded heavily, the responsibility settling over him. "I understand, Ancestor. I will ensure..."

"Come," Noah interrupted, his tone shifting slightly. "Gather everyone. It’s time for an infusion of Mana."

...!

Within minutes, the entire settlement had assembled. Forty-seven Fold Dwellers...no, not Fold Dwellers anymore, Kael corrected himself. They were something else now. Something more. Citizens of a Civilization that didn’t exist in any official records, followers of a Way that shouldn’t be possible!

They gathered behind Kael, watching The Ancestor with expressions that mixed awe and gratitude

Noah stood before them all, and without preamble, without elaborate ritual or ceremony, he simply... released radiant sparkling blue waves.

Seas of Mana surged from him like tides that had been waiting eons for permission to flow. Blue brilliance washed over the assembled people endlessly, saturating them with energy so pure and concentrated that breathing it felt like drinking starlight.

The Fold Dwellers, the citizens of this hidden Civilization...gasped as they felt their Mana Loci expanding, their pathways widening, their capacities increasing beyond what they’d thought possible even after accepting The Ancestor’s initial Sparks!

Kael watched The Ancestor with reverence and couldn’t help but voice the question everyone was thinking.

"Ancestor... just how much Mana do you hold?"

The question seemed almost heretical in its directness, but it had to be asked!

The sheer volume of energy pouring from The Ancestor suggested reserves that defied all understanding of cultivation and capacity.

Noah smiled but didn’t answer directly, simply continuing the infusion until every person present was saturated, transformed, elevated beyond their previous limitations.

In the days that followed, they stopped asking that question.

Eventually, they became numb to it entirely.

The reserves of Mana from The Ancestor seemed limitless. Truly, genuinely infinite in ways that made conventional understanding of power seem laughably inadequate.

Hours became days. Days accumulated into a period of transformation that Kael knew would define the rest of his existence.

Everything he had known about Existence and power was being turned upside down, inside out, remade into something that made his previous understanding seem like a child’s fairy tale compared to brutal reality.

The Ancestor gave them power, and he showed them how to use it. How to shape it. How to build with it rather than simply throwing it around hoping for results!

Mana Glyphs began forming among them. Simple ones at first, crude attempts at capturing intent in structured energy. But gradually, with The Ancestor’s patient instruction and their own desperate practice, the Glyphs became more refined.

And at this moment, standing in the training grounds they’d established, Kael heard the voices of children...children who days ago had been powerless, who had watched their parents forced to kneel, who had faced fates they couldn’t fight against.

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