Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4484

Chapter 4484: Civilizational War! V

The silence within the Injunction Sanctuary of Law was heavy, pressing against the senses like physical weight composed of eons of lost time.

Deborah, The Silent Adjudicator, opened eyes that were not organic orbs.

They were pools of liquid silver set into face of flawless white marble.

She was a genuine Living Law, an entity whose very biology was structure and statute. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

She did not breathe air.

She breathed conviction.

Her form was masterpiece of living statuary, draped in robes carved from same marble as her skin.

And...moving with fluidity that defied the rigidity of her composition.

In her hands, she held it.

The Shattered Part of The Heart of Law.

It was jagged, crystalline shard radiating light that should have been blinding.

It should have pulsed with rhythmic, undeniable decree of THE Living Law...the Primordial entity that had birthed them all.

But it didn’t.

Deborah looked down at the shard.

A sensation colder than the stasis they had just emerged from washed over her conceptual heart.

The vibration was faint. Weak.

It felt... orphaned.

"Gone," she whispered, her voice the sound of two stones sliding perfectly against one another. "You are gone, aren’t you? Our foundation has collapsed."

She felt it in the marrow of her marble bones.

The desolation was absolute!

It was not merely that they had been frozen for eons.

It was that the source of their warmth, the sun around which their existence orbited, had been extinguished during their long sleep.

THE Living Law had collapsed.

The Primordial Civilization of Law was no more.

She wanted to scream.

She wanted to let the marble of her face crack and release sound of pure, chaotic grief that would shatter the very concept of law and order she represented.

But she was the Adjudicator. She did not scream.

Instead, she looked up.

Her gaze pierced the choking miasma of the battlefield. Looking past the swirling, bruised vortex of the sky.

Past the immediate threat of Emotive and Elemental legions waking around them.

She looked into the far, far distance.

There, across Gigaparsecs of shattered terrain, she saw them.

The newcomers.

A force of millions radiating terrifying, disciplined power.

But her eyes...guided by faint, dying pulse of the Heart fragment in her hands, locked onto single figure standing amidst that foreign legion.

A young man.

He was bathed in silver-white light, his hair shining with metallic luminescence.

Beside him was woman glowing with similar, though fainter, authority.

But the man...

His gaze was piercing.

Cutting through the chaos of awakening battlefield to meet hers with impossible precision.

As if he knew exactly where she was. Exactly what she held. Exactly what it meant.

HUUM!

The Shattered Part of The Heart of Law vibrated in her hands.

Deborah’s marble brow furrowed.

Is he... connected? She asked herself, the thought racing through her mind like verdict being drafted. Is he connected to the Will and Weavings of THE Living Law? Is he the reason the stasis has thawed?

Hope, fragile and sharp, bloomed in her chest.

I must reach him. I must understand what this means!

But then, the view was stolen.

HUUM!

Waves of sickly violet light crashed down between them, cutting off her line of sight entirely.

The air grew thick with stench of weaponized sorrow and artificial despair.

The Civilization Legion of Emotives had fully awakened.

Deborah’s gaze snapped back to her immediate surroundings.

Her expression shifted from wonder to livid, marble-hard fury.

Tens of thousands.

That was all that remained of her once-glorious legion.

They huddled behind her...silver lights dim, postures radiating defeat of people who wake only to discover their empire is dust.

They had been hunted to near oblivion by these monsters eons ago.

And now, the moment they drew breath again...

The hunt resumed.

"Persistent fucking vermin," she hissed with concentrated venom.

She stepped forward.

Her marble feet struck shattered ground with sound of absolute finality.

She raised the Heart fragment high, letting its dim light wash over her despairing troops.

"Do not weep for the past!"

Her voice was a decree.

It resonated in the souls of Living Laws, straightening their spines involuntarily.

"We are the Law! We do not bend to the chaos of emotion! We do not erode before the elements! They think us broken? They think us remnants of dead civilization?"

WAA!

Yet to any observer, it was heartbreakingly dim compared to the blinding radiance of opposing forces.

Because that was their Way.

Arch Lich Ra’Zan.

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