Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4655

Chapter 4655: The Fallen and The Scheming

While a Monarch began to teach in one corner of Observable Existence, in The Lands of The Dead, something entirely different was unfolding.

The region was expansive beyond measure, stretching across dimensions that normal entities couldn’t perceive.

Order and Death intertwined in perfect harmony here.

Obsidian structures rose alongside white marble monuments, creating a checkerboard pattern that extended infinitely.

The air itself pulsed with the authority of finality and structure combined.

At the very center of this domain, a massive obsidian-white throne could be seen.

Currently, it sat fractured.

Cracks ran through its surface like spiderwebs, and pieces had fallen away to reveal the emptiness beneath.

Sprawled on it while wailing and crying was none other than THE Dead Order.

Well, she really couldn’t be given a capital THE anymore.

Just The Dead Order now.

If anyone were to see her current state of being, they would be filled with a sense of sadness.

There was a truth about existence that few wanted to acknowledge.

Whenever a time came that entities who used to be majestic and grand and glorious fell from their high pedestals, the loss of majesty wasn’t always something to make fun of or revel in.

More often than not, it was actually a sad affair.

For if such a majestic entity could lose all their majesty and immensity, what did that mean for the rest of existence?

What did that mean for those who were weaker, less established, more vulnerable?

In Existence, nothing was guaranteed.

Even if you thought you had the backing of Existence itself, even if you’d made pacts with THE Creature, even if you’d given everything you were to a greater cause...

Nothing was guaranteed.

The Dead Order thought that she had the backing of Existence itself.

So everything should and would flow as it was supposed to.

Her current state was pitiful.

Her hair, once immaculately arranged in perfect white braids adorned with obsidian ornaments, now hung disheveled and tangled around her face.

Her robes, which used to shimmer with the authority of Death and Order combined, were torn and stained.

Her eyes, which once held the cold certainty of inevitable endings structured perfectly, now seemed hollow and cracked at the edges.

She raised her head with messy hair falling across her face and voiced out with a sense of pain that cut through the silence.

"Ever since I was first collapsed, I was not the same. Even if we call what we have Primordial Civilizations, the moment that we are collapsed, even if we recover and come back... we’re never the same. It’s as if we lost something critical just by being collapsed. I gave you my weight. I gave you my love. To Existence itself... and yet I was still collapsed."

Her voice became more strained, more desperate.

"You made promises to me. You brought me back. You had always kept your promises. But why is it that you did not keep your promises this time around?! Why did you not collapse Osmont as you said you would?! Why did you allow him to stand before me with such tyranny and take everything from me?! I was loyal! I was faithful! I gave EVERYTHING!"

The words became more chaotic and emotional as she spoke, her body trembling.

She was veering off towards psychological breakdown.

The signs were clear in every aspect of her being.

Her hands shook uncontrollably as they gripped the armrests of her fractured throne.

Her breathing became rapid and irregular, each inhale a gasping sob.

Tears streamed down her face, but they weren’t normal tears.

They were fragments of her Weavings themselves, pieces of her existence literally crying out.

She looked up towards the expanse of white and obsidian all around her.

And she roared out.

"WHY, O CREATURE?! WHY?! I gave you My Everything. My Everything! So why did you not collapse Osmont?!"

Her eyes and face began cracking as she spoke.

Literal fissures appeared across her skin, glowing with unstable light.

Her Way and Civilization truly having been drawn out and siphoned off far too much.

And in her current Weavings of Existence, it looked like everything was crumbling.

If she did not stop this frenzied state, everything about her may just crumble completely once more.

She would collapse again.

And this time, there might be no coming back.

"WHY?!" she roared one last time.

And as the word left her mouth, brilliant multicolored light descended from above.

It wrapped around her disheveled head gently, almost tenderly.

Her eyes dimmed as the light touched her, the frenzy fading into sudden calm.

Right after, her body slumped forward.

But before she could fall from the throne entirely, the multicolored light caught her.

Her figure was straightened up as she began to float above her throne.

What heights could she have reached if she hadn’t given everything to THE Creature’s designs?

Within THE Loom, in a region far removed from The Dead Order’s domain, a sea stretched endlessly.

This was THE Living Elemental. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

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