Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4637

Chapter 4637: Actualization II

The prompts were devastatingly heavy with implications.

They were grand. But they should be. Because he was THE Potentate. THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons!

Noah’s expression remained unfathomably tyrannical as he spoke with absolute conviction.

"Let the Infinite Potential be actualized."

In the next moment, reality itself responded to his command.

An obsidian-crimson singularity of pure Hunger bloomed a few meters away from Noah.

Simultaneously, a white-gold singularity of absolute Origin manifested beside it.

Each singularity was shockingly surrounded by all eighteen Core Phonemes of The First Tongue.

Linguistic authority wrapped around them in protective cocoons.

They began growing larger and pulsing with unfathomable Weavings of life and concentrated immensity.

The Singularity of Hunger instantly caused the nearby Khor to tremble violently.

She looked toward Noah with eyes wide with shock and desperate hope.

"Outsider, what have you done? What IS this?!"

What was it indeed?

Noah’s expression remained vibrant with barely contained power as he replied with calm certainty.

"The Infinite Potential of Tor, THE First Hunger. Keep him company as best you can. In a little while, you’ll be able to say hello to him again."

BOOM!

His terrifying words struck Khor like physical blows.

Her entire visage began trembling as tears she didn’t know she could still produce formed in her eyes.

Noah observed all of this as the fire in his eyes remained just as vibrant and defiant.

He had Infinite Potential ready to elevate his existence toward THE classification.

Enough accumulated power to potentially reach THE Surface Depth or even exceed it.

But he now instinctively understood that THE was not the complete answer.

Not the true path to survival against what was coming.

The First Tongue was the answer. His Mana was the answer.

Even if he achieved THE Intermediate Depth or THE Fundamental Depth, it wouldn’t matter against The Fallout.

His survival and eventual supremacy were tied fundamentally to Mana and The First Tongue.

So he would invest everything there instead.

His internal dialogue crystallized into decisive command.

"Begin the distribution of all Infinite Potential toward THE Foundation of The First Tongue. Direct everything toward the design and formation of my own Core Phonemes. Allow my Foundation alone to exceed any THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entity. Without even grasping that Depth classification myself, I will surpass those who have."

After these words resonated through his existence...

BOOM!

Brilliant blue-gold waves of concentrated light surged from Noah’s body in expanding ripples.

His entire form blazed with linguistic authority made visible.

As this monumental process began, he turned to The Infiniverse and spoke with absolute certainty.

"Prepare yourself. You have access to all my accumulated knowledge of The First Tongue through our connection. Paint the Walls of The Infiniverse with that knowledge. Make it the foundation of your entire structure. Proceed immediately with the forging of THE Infinite Loom."

Her glorious figure shone with unfathomable light as comprehension and determination flooded through her. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Yes, Master."

Then Noah closed his eyes and felt his Weavings of Existence burning upward exponentially.

He looked internally at the transformation occurring within.

There was tremendous activity happening simultaneously and much to be accomplished.

Tor and THE Living Origin would soon undergo Emergence from their singularities.

He was elevating his own Weavings beyond previous limitations.

The Fallout approached with only five seconds remaining on that ominous clock.

Multiple viable solutions swam through his mind with crystalline clarity.

Some were already being implemented as he stood here.

In a space between spaces, in the manifested Weavings of Order where a veil lay between The Living Order and THE Dead Order, reality shifted.

This space had normally only held Sigrid as she siphoned rivers of Order from THE Dead Order across the veil.

On the other side of the veil, THE Dead Order stood in her white robe that seemed woven from pure compressed authority.

"You survived the curse of THE Living Elemental? How were you able to do what you did against a Disciple of THE Creature? Just what did you DO during your absence?!"

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