Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4575

Chapter 4575: The First Tongue VI

When the obsidian gold light surrounding Noah and Ul’moreth finally faded, Noah found himself descending toward something that expanded his comprehension of scale.

They were approaching the edge of a massive floating landmass that had to be tens of thousands of Gigaparsecs wide at minimum. The sheer size of it was something that many could not fully grasp due to the workings of Ginnungagap!

The edges they were landing toward displayed serene obsidian waterfalls that cascaded downward into the void below. But these were not water in any conventional sense. They were flowing instabilities of existence itself, filled with pure concentrated Mana that had not yet differentiated into any specialized form.

The falls shimmered with all possible colors and none simultaneously, creating visual paradoxes.

Noah’s gaze swept across the vast landscape stretching before him. Endlessly extending forests covered much of the visible terrain, their trees unlike anything he had seen before. Mountains rose in the distance with peaks that seemed to pierce through dimensional barriers.

But what caught his attention most intensely was a figure sitting casually near the edge of this vast floating landmass.

He had to squint and enhance his vision to be certain he was seeing correctly. There was a humanoid entity wearing a simple straw hat, holding a fishing pole with one hand while the line was cast down into the endless unstable obsidian expanse far below.

The being appeared remarkably human at first glance. But as Noah’s perception sharpened, he noticed the malformation that marked this entity as a Ginnu Lifeform.

The figure possessed six arms in total, though only one currently held the fishing pole. The other five rested casually at different positions along their torso. Their skin carried faint obsidian patterns that pulsed with concentrated authority.

Tendrils of obsidian radiance wrapped around the fishing line, extending down into the chaos below as if the entity was literally fishing in the unstable weavings of existence itself.

The being looked up calmly as Noah and Ul’moreth completed their descent and arrival.

|Ul’moreth, what have you brought over now?| the entity asked with a voice carrying relaxed curiosity mixed with mild amusement, of course, it was expressed through The First Tongue!

Ul’moreth replied with measured calm as they landed on the solid surface.

|Something new in existence, or really something unfathomably old depending on your preferred definition,| he said with tone suggesting significance. |Ains, meet Little Anomaly. Little Anomaly, this is Ains, THE Fisherman.|

Noah’s eyes shone brightly with analytical focus as he looked at this tremendously powerful being. He nodded and used pure Primus Mana to express himself in greeting.

|Hello,| he communicated through concentrated pulse of Primus Mana.

The moment his greeting manifested, THE Fisherman’s eyes pulsed with sudden recognition. He squinted with closer examination before speaking with growing interest.

|Is that...|he began with voice trailing off.

Ul’moreth smiled beneath his obscuring hair and nodded with confirmation.

|As I mentioned, a Little Anomaly indeed,| he said with voice carrying satisfaction. |The First Tongue comes in all forms across existence. Sometimes it manifests simply and is easy to recognize. Sometimes it appears in understandable patterns. Other times it presents with tremendous complexity. And sometimes it emerges as something genuinely anomalous.|

His tone became more contemplative.

|I found a truly unique anomaly here. He is simply a living variation of The First Tongue itself. At least, that is how I would prefer for him to think of himself currently. Cannot inflate his ego when he knows so little and remains so comparatively weak. Cannot have him beginning to believe all of existence could potentially fall under his fingertips before he has even survived to maturity...he could die so, so quickly and easily after all because of his potential...|

Ul’moreth’s voice carried dark amusement.

|But hey, how many entities across all of existence have gone into the embrace of The First Tongue so completely? He is already so deeply in tune with it that if anyone does manage to collapse him, he may even make existence itself richer through his dissolution.|

THE Fisherman laughed heartily at this observation, his voice booming across the landscape.

|Bahaha, do not terrify the Little Anomaly with such morbid speculation!| he said with genuine mirth. |You brought him here for what purpose exactly?|

|Just some foundational teaching and demonstration. Help me out if I am missing anything critical in my explanations.|

|Name: Ains, THE Fisherman| 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

|Distinctions: THE Patient Angler, THE Keeper of Primordial Hooks, THE One Who Fishes In Chaos|

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