Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4682

Chapter 4682: THE Fallout! IV

As a THE Surface Depth entity, what could she possibly do when her power was nowhere near what it was before?

One could ask this question.

But even though she was only at THE Surface Depth of Absolute Sovereignty, her Way was profound. And remember, the more profound a Way was, the more power it could exert at its Depth. To the extent that even an entity at THE Surface Depth might be able to unleash power at THE Intermediate Depth.

And when it came to Clarity, Conviction, and Completeness, Completeness was the only thing that one could say was weak when it came to THE Living Origin.

Her Clarity and her Conviction were unfathomably grand!

HUUM!

So at this moment, THE Living Origin closed her eyes while her figure spun in the skies of The Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature. The radiant Way of Origin permeated all around her as her figure instantly enlarged to be more than a gigaparsec in size. Her entire form looked like an unfathomable titan in the skies, an entity of beginnings whose mere presence reminded Existence of what it meant to start.

Two Philologies of The First Tongue burned around her with dozens of Logos orbiting them like satellites around suns. And in the next moment, decillions of strings of white light erupted from her and fell like a net over the entirety of the Shore of THE Creature.

The light of Origin began to paint over everything as this entity did not sit still. The countless lifeforms that had begun to feel a scorching, burning sensation within the Shore found a cooling radiance descending upon them. Where the light of Origin touched, the prelude of The Fallout’s heat receded. Where her strings wove themselves into the fabric of the Shore, the trembling lessened.

THE First Hunger looked at this scene as he sighed and looked at the shaking all around. Then his own obsidian figure radiated crimson-obsidian light that pulsed with ancient hunger.

"THE Fallout?" Tor spoke with a voice that rumbled like the stomach of a titan. "What is that to endless Hunger? Let me just consume whatever end it seeks to impose! I have devoured Ways and Civilizations and concepts themselves. I have consumed fear and hope and the space between moments. Does this Fallout think it is beyond my appetite? Does it believe itself inedible? HA! Let it come, and let it learn that nothing escapes THE First Hunger!"

...!

In the next moment, THE First Hunger raised his head up and opened his jaw unnaturally wide. An obsidian-crimson jaw manifested above him, a maw that seemed to open into an endless void of consumption. It was surrounded by Logos of The First Tongue that spoke of devouring and digesting and making all things part of oneself. At the very center, a particularly radiant crimson Genesis Principle pulsed with the authority of Hunger itself.

The manifested jaw began to inhale, and the edges of The Fallout’s intrusion into the Shore were drawn toward it, consumed before they could do damage.

As all of this happened, near the body of Noah, the figure of THE Living Order, Sigrid, also rose as she breathed out with a sense of trepidation.

The phenomenon was an extremely terrifying one.

But...

"Order," Sigrid spoke with a voice that resonated with absolute authority, "has been dormant since Paradox collapsed it long ago. It slumbered while chaos spread unchecked. It...I was absent while the very fabric of Existence frayed. No more."

Her black-and-white hair blazed with power as her eyes burned with conviction.

"My first action as an entity with any Depth of Absolute Sovereignty of Order will be to stake my Sovereignty against the chaos that The Fallout brings. Paradox initiated this destruction. Paradox seeks to unmake all structure and meaning. Then let Order answer! Let Order bloom to go against the actions of Paradox right now! Let every flame of chaos be met with a wall of structure! Let every dissolution be countered with crystallization!"

BOOM!

Her Existence here in the Shore of THE Creature began to illuminate with black-and-white radiance. But alongside this, her Existence in THE Infiniverse was illuminating even more. Patterns of perfect Order began to manifest around her, geometric structures of authority that pushed back against the chaotic flames.

THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin contributed. THE Living Order contributed. Each one imposed the Assertion of their Way against The Fallout.

The question remained whether Existence or The Fallout would even recognize any of the Assertions of their Ways.

Maybe if any of them were at THE Intermediate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty, their Impositions could have had an even grander effect.

Maybe.

But at this moment, there was not even a time for maybes.

Every single entity was doing all they could to put their very Existence against THE Fallout.

But whether their actions would yield any result was absolutely unknown.

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In THE Infiniverse.

The figure of Amelia Osmont could be seen standing by the wet sands of the shore. She held a radiant blue-gold stick that looked to be a branch from one of the many trees in the Early Veiled Shore, its surface smooth from lots of growth and pulsing with the faint authority of The First Tongue that permeated everything in this place.

Her existence was extremely perceptive as The Mother of THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons, with her existence being privy to and having access to authorities that many under THE Infiniverse only dreamt of.

After all, she had carried THE Genesis Monarch of Infinite Lexicons in her womb for many months. She had fed him and changed his diapers. She had consoled him when he cried and bolstered his confidence when he was hurt. She had watched him grow from a helpless infant into a man who shook Folds, and now into a being that laid claim to The First Tongue itself.

"Do not let this worry you too much," he said gently. "I never want to be the son that has to force his mother to fight on his behalf. You have fought for me all my life. Every sacrifice you made. Every night you stayed awake. Every worry you carried so that I wouldn’t have to. The least that I can do is make sure that you are safe."

Amelia smiled at such words as she turned to look at her son with eyes that held decades of love and pride.

"Do you know what I used to say about you to the harping nurses and other workers whenever they asked me about you?" she asked softly. "I would always boast about my son and say that in this world, all other men can be bad, but not my son."

"Many took it as a joke and laughed. But I still say it to myself even today. Many beings can be bad, but not my son. Many beings can be weak, but not my son. Many beings can falter, but not my son."

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