Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4497

Chapter 4497: At The Darkest Hour II

In the Infiniverse.

As Noah burned with immense pain that transcended comprehension, Elyndra stood before him with shaking eyes. She could see it clearly, the excruciating agony he was going through written in every tremor of his form, in every flicker of the crimson-gold flames that wrapped around him like chains of suffering.

But Noah kept his calmness even as his body shook. His voice was steady despite the cost it took to speak.

"I won’t be able to continue infusing you with Perpetual Harvest so..."

Before he could finish, the space beside them rippled with authority.

The humanoid figure of The Infiniverse appeared with deliberate precision. She stood tall and ethereal, her form composed of countless spinning Omniverses and flowing rivers of verdant-gold light. But her eyes, those infinite pools that normally held warmth for her Master, were particularly cold.

One could see that she was enraged and simply containing everything with titanic effort, holding back a fury that could unmake Folds!

Noah nodded to her with understanding passing between them, and then he disappeared from this domain entirely.

He left The Infiniverse, who had full access to Perpetual Harvest, to continue the infusion with Elyndra in his place.

As this scene played out, something extraordinary began to happen.

Existence itself began to buzz with strange resonance. Drums, deep and solemn, began to bloom from nowhere and everywhere at once. Pianonic sounds followed, ethereal and haunting, creating a melody that seemed to emerge from the fabric of reality itself. Then voices, wordless and beautiful, echoed out across this space. Across Existence.

When the stolen flame descends

When the ancient powers demand their toll

Does the fire cleanse or break

Does it forge or consume whole?

It was as if Existence itself was buzzing with a melody for this momentous occasion, acknowledging what was transpiring.

The Infiniverse unfurled her hands with mechanical precision and began to release verdant-gold brilliance into Elyndra. The light was beautiful and terrible, carrying the weight of Perpetual Harvest within its threads.

But The Infiniverse seemingly didn’t care much for the task at hand. Her focus was elsewhere, her rage barely contained.

Elyndra looked at her with concern. "Is he going to be okay? What did that to him?"

The Infiniverse remained cold and silent for a long moment, as if this stillness was the only thing she could do to keep back the tsunami of rage. When she finally spoke, her voice dripped with loathing and carried an immensity that made the surrounding space tremble.

"THE Living Elemental."

The drums grew heavier in the background, the piano more insistent.

The Infiniverse’s eyes blazed with barely contained fury as she continued, her words a solemn vow wrapped in absolute certainty. "The pathetic flicker of primordial authority that thought it could mark my Master and walk away unscathed. The entity that believed its age and power made it untouchable."

Her voice dropped to something far more dangerous, a whisper that carried the weight of inevitability.

"I will personally grind THE Living Elemental down to existential dust. I will erase every particle of its authority. I will unmake its very concept until not even the memory of its existence remains to pollute reality. This I swear on the foundations of my being."

This is the Brand of sacred violation

The price of touching what was never his

Crimson-gold immolation

Where mortal will meets the abyss

The chorus swelled!

Existence continued a grand symphony!

Elsewhere, panning out across various regions of The Infiniverse.

In an isolated domain of The Abode of The Early Creature, Riya stood motionless. She wore simple blue bloomers and a blue tank top.

She watched with those teary eyes as Noah, excruciatingly burning in crimson-gold flames, turned to leave the domain.

The pain in his movements was visible.

But he was leaving to protect her from what he had become.

The shield steps before the sword

The leader takes the blow

While armies scatter, terrified

Of pain they’ll never know

In a different isolated domain, this one decorated with obsidian furniture and dark elegance, Barbatos stood trembling. She wore an obsidian sundress that flowed like liquid shadow, and her normally composed demeanor had shattered completely. She shook with rage and sorrow mixed together in equal measure as another one of Noah’s bodies, equally wreathed in flames and equally trembling, also prepared to leave her presence.

"Don’t," she whispered, "Please don’t."

But Noah could not stay. The risk was too great. The contagion too dangerous.

He left without responding.

Seconds break the strongest minds

Minutes shatter souls

But time keeps passing, relentless

As the burning takes its toll

In yet another isolated domain, this one filled with gently falling snow that never seemed to accumulate, Adelaide stood in a flowing blue dress. The snowflakes caught in her hair like diamonds, but her eyes held only sorrow as she looked toward Noah’s burning form.

"Let me..." she started. "Let me feel what you feel. Let me feel the same pain."

Noah shook his head with agonizing slowness, each movement sending fresh waves of torture through his frame. For the sake of his loved ones, he could not even be near them at this moment!

He wasn’t afraid of them accidentally coming in contact with him and being branded with the same curse. What he couldn’t bear was being around when one of them inevitably came close or felt like they wanted to share that burden.

It was causing him this many issues already. He would not be able to watch his own people suffer THE Immolation of the Sacrilegious Savage as they eventually collapsed their own existence just to escape the pain!

So he simply shook his head lightly, and even from Adelaide, he left.

The symphony continued to play from Existence itself, solemn and heavy.

What is pain but a teacher?

What is agony but proof?

That something still exists to feel

That there’s still a will to move

The scene shifted again to show something unprecedented.

All of Noah’s bodies throughout The Infiniverse, every single iteration that had been spread across countless domains and separated to prevent the spread of the Brand, began to gather in a single isolated area.

This space was filled with sandy golden dream authority that swirled like desert winds frozen in time.

And then, with excruciating slowness, they began fusing into each other.

He compressed himself back into singularity, consolidating his existence despite the torture it caused.

Until finally, only a single Noah floated in that golden space, trembling but whole.

The humanoid form of The Infiniverse appeared before her Master with silent grace. She looked at his trembling form with eyes that held infinite sorrow and infinite determination.

"Can Master follow me?" she asked quietly.

Noah looked at her briefly and nodded once.

The two of them warped through space with The Infiniverse guiding them, and they appeared above a radiant blue world that pulsed with concentrated authority.

Here the answer to pain manifests

In trembling, burning form

Pain becomes a currency

And endurance, the new norm

He looked at the Cultivation Citadel that would make his pain hundreds of times worse, and he truly did not want to enter it.

His body, wreathed in the curse of THE Living Elemental, descended like a falling star wrapped in chains of agony.

"It will not get less. It will not get any less."

This is the Brand of sacred violation

The mark that even Sovereigns cannot erase

Crimson-gold immolation

Burns across time and space

"THE Living Elemental..." she started.

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