Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4470

Chapter 4470: Thaumata III

Time and glory.

Many across existence had debated their relationship since consciousness first achieved capacity for abstract thought.

Some argued glory required time, that accumulated achievements across eons inevitably produced legendary status through sheer persistence and compound growth.

Others claimed glory transcended time, that single moment of unprecedented action could eclipse millennia of mundane existence.

But the truth was simpler.

If one possessed sufficient time, unfathomable glory became inevitable.

Given enough duration, even modest advantages compounded into overwhelming superiority.

Given enough opportunities, even improbable outcomes manifested through statistical certainty. Given enough accumulation, even incremental growth achieved catastrophic totals.

The question was never whether time produced glory.

The question was whether one survived long enough to benefit from time’s multiplicative effects.

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Hours passed since the collapse of one of the Vessels of THE Living Paradox.

And in those hours, many, many things changed across the Folds.

Primus Inevitabilities spread across every crevice they could locate. They didn’t force any existences to comply with demands or mandates.

But they appeared around and above regions where Living Existences concentrated across Transcendent Folds...distributing Sparks of the Way of Mana blatantly while remaining stationed as silent sentinels.

The implicit message was clear: Take the Spark or don’t. But don’t interfere with distribution.

Across the Folds, a sense of profound unease and escalating fear spread among Living Existences who considered themselves powerful.

Kleos Councils convened with emergency frequency. Dukes gathered to grasp and understand this unprecedented phenomenon that had manifested without warning or explanation.

Who were these entities? What did they represent? Why were they distributing power freely rather than demanding tribute or submission?

The questions multiplied faster than answers could be formulated.

And while all of this unfolded across populated territories...

The Primus Inevitabilities truly spread across the vicissitudes of the Folds and deep into the Wandering Territories where civilizational authority had collapsed or never existed.

For them, there existed overabundance of fuel to devour.

The Tears in Existence were becoming more and more apparent as THE Creature’s Veil continued failing.

The boundary he had erected to separate life from death deteriorated with accelerating velocity.

More and more Dead Existences began flowing into the lands of the living...shambling corpses and malevolent Creatures that had been contained for eons suddenly released into territories unprepared for their presence.

Even though Dead Existences were seemingly considered weak in raw power compared to current Primus Inevitabilities, these terrifying weapons of Noah’s Civilization proceeded to systematically collapse and devour every single Dead Existence they encountered.

No exceptions. No mercy. Complete eradication.

Such systematic purging continued unfolding with methodical efficiency as Sparks of Mana were directed to flow into as many Wheels of Existence and domains as possible, permeating all known territories of Minor and Transcendent Folds.

The Way of Mana was being adopted with urgent frequency.

It didn’t discriminate based on ability or lack thereof. It imposed no requirements for existing strength or weakness. It was accessible to anyone because Mana was so pervasive across everything that any single entity could grasp it if they chose.

And so, Noah’s Civilization entered period of grandiose expansion.

Rapid. Systematic. Overwhelming.

At the same time...

Inside the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds.

A region existed filled with obsidian-gold rivers flowing through impossible geometries. Mirrors of concentrated Paradox floated throughout the space...each one reflecting reality that contradicted what other mirrors displayed.

In the very center of such a place rested massive corpse of an Early Creature.

A Dead Early Creature!

This titanic deceased entity was currently observing the pacing, worried figure of none other than Diviticus.

Duke Diviticus.

She floated across this paradoxical region with expression carrying unfathomable worry and mounting tension...as if her very existence could perceive something fundamentally wrong occurring but couldn’t identify the specific threat.

Her instincts screamed warnings. Her framework trembled with foreboding sensations she couldn’t rationalize or dismiss.

There was no news of Schrodinger.

Everything seemed to be systematically collapsing around them as she received fragmented reports of terrifying monstrous entities whose power allegedly eclipsed any legends of Early Creatures that histories recorded.

And her existence could not settle. Could not find peace.

Something within her fundamental nature was shaking with premonitions she didn’t want to acknowledge.

At such moment as she continued pacing with increasing agitation...

CRACK!

The space nearby fractured violently as a terrifying aura swept across the domain, freezing the figure of the Dead Early Creature and Diviticus completely in temporal stasis!

A figure of a Primus Inevitability peeked through the spatial tear. Its eyes flashed with crimson light that seemed capable of perceiving everything about her existence in single glance.

Diviticus was frozen utterly, unable to move anything except her eyes. But she still felt the terror cascading through her existence at being forcefully rendered completely still by mere presence of this entity.

She doesn’t deserve his presence, his attention, or his call,

She only deserves to feel existence devoured, atom by atom, through it all.

With her pain amplified to extremes beyond what mind can bear,

The last things her existence will know are endless throes of despair,

Before collapse and darkness become the only comforts there,

This is justice for those who steal from powers they cannot compare."

...!

After completing this terrifying poem delivered with casual cruelty, Protos gazed at Diviticus with an expression mixing sinister amusement and cold finality.

"Did you comprehend the message? Do you understand what your actions have earned you?"

...!

The frozen figure of Diviticus trembled even more violently, waves of absolute fear cascading through her constrained existence.

She couldn’t fathom how things had deteriorated to this point so rapidly. Days ago, she had been a glorious Living Paradox and a Duke of Paradox of substantial power!

Now she faced an entity whose mere presence suggested her collapse was inevitable, and the cause of it...was that drop of blood!

Ozymandias! Osmont! Moiraine!

Oh!

She wasn’t even capable of replying or defending herself as at this moment...

From Protos’s form, crimson tentacles covered with countless miniature sharp jaws began flowing outward like rivers of concentrated Hunger. They surrounded both the figure of the Dead Early Creature and Diviticus herself...encircling them completely, cutting off any possibility of escape.

The glorious voice of Protos echoed throughout the paradoxical domain with a tone mixing anticipation and methodical purpose.

"Well then. Let us commence, shall we? This will take considerable time to execute properly. After all, devouring existence atom by atom requires patience and precision. And I have been instructed to ensure you experience every single moment of what follows."

"Because...Existence can be so unfair, can it not?"

HUUM!

The tentacles began moving with deliberate slowness, approaching her frozen form with terrible inevitability.

Diviticus’s eyes widened with absolute terror as she understood what was coming.

And she could do nothing to prevent it.

The first tentacle touched her existence...

And the screaming began.