Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4710

Chapter 4710: Muspelheim II

Far across the corners of Observable Existence, what was previously unearthed and locked away did not remain this way any longer.

Muspelheim!

A glorious and unfathomable place!

At this moment, in a region of the glorious Muspelheim, a voice chirped up in the center of a terrifying storm of power.

"Esteemed Whisperer, Surtra... will we be okay?"

The voice stemmed from a THE Surface Depth humanoid entity who was actually a massive flaming giant, his body shining with stellar obsidian flames that burned without consuming, radiating heat that would have vaporized lesser beings simply by proximity. He was enormous by any standard, towering hundreds of meters tall, and yet he spoke with the uncertainty of a junior asking a senior if the storm would pass.

He spoke towards the one known as THE Esteemed Whisperer, Surtra.

She was another Muspeli Giant, but where he was merely impressive, she was transcendent. Her form burned with incandescent stellar obsidian flames that seemed to contain entire folds within their depths, each flicker revealing glimpses of phenomena that had no business existing within a single entity’s aura.

Her hair was dark as the void between stars, flowing and shifting as if moved by solar winds, each strand occasionally catching fire with brilliant golden light before settling back into darkness. Her eyes burned with obsidian flames of The First Tongue itself, and when she turned her gaze upon something, it was less like being looked at and more like being read.

Waves of Logos and Philologies surrounded her form, complex linguistic constructions that orbited her existence like planetary bodies around a sun. The air of a Fundamental Depth of Absolute Sovereignty radiated around her with such density that space itself seemed to bend slightly in her presence.

She stood at the center of a flaming golden pillar, one of hundreds that rose from this ancient citadel like the fingers of some buried giant reaching toward the sky. Each pillar burned with its own unique frequency of flame, and atop each one stood Muspeli Giants of varying power and stature, all of them oriented toward the center of this domain where Surtra maintained her vigil.

The citadel itself was a marvel of primordial architecture. The hundreds of golden flaming pillars surrounded a radiant temple at the center, a structure of impossible geometry that seemed to fold in on itself while simultaneously expanding outward. Within that temple, visible even from this distance, an object pulsed with ecstatic power. A Fragment. A piece of something so fundamental that its mere presence had shaped this entire region of Muspelheim across eons.

The Fragment of The Axiom of Differentiated Tongue.

And yet at this moment, surrounding this entire domain and the thousands of Muspeli Giants standing atop different golden flaming pillars, were tens of thousands of Spiritual Abominations.

Living Spirits.

Spirits who followed THE Living Spirit.

Oh!

Shockingly, at this time, THE Esteemed Whisperer looked far ahead as at the forefront of armies containing a few dozen of THE Surface Depth entities, a few THE Intermediate Depth entities, and two THE Fundamental Depth of Absolute Sovereignty entities stood arrayed against them. Some of these entities looked like massive wormlike creatures of pure spiritual essence, others resembled spiders woven from crystallized souls, and still others took the form of banshees whose screams could shatter the foundations of reality itself.

And at the head of them all stood an entity that seemed to be half a step towards THE Absolute Depth.

THE Living Spirit.

THE Living Spirit looked like a being burning with pure white-gray light, his humanoid form not fully visible beneath the radiance that emanated from his existence. At this time, his immense Depth and Sovereignty was actually bombarding to swallow this entire domain in the form of a massive white-gray fog that billowed from all around, pressing inward with the patience of an ocean wearing down a cliff.

And yet.

Flaming seas of obsidian waves of The First Tongue stopped them.

The fog pressed and pushed and probed, but it could not advance. It could not penetrate. It could not overwhelm the defense that Surtra had constructed around this sacred place.

Waves of The First Tongue that held the unfathomable qualities of something as simple as sand.

At THE Fundamental Depth, THE Esteemed Whisperer had actually been holding back THE Living Spirit themselves and their forces since they arrived here around an hour after THE Fallout started. And they had faced continuous assault from an entity half a step from Absolute, and she had not yielded a single inch of ground.

And she knew it was not just here.

She could feel chaos spreading in the Weavings of The First Tongue ever since that event more than an hour ago. Across Muspelheim, another one or two entities at the caliber of this one had arrived, breaching into the Primordial Realm through methods she did not understand.

And without asking any questions, they moved to attack. They tried to secure the Fragment of The Axiom of Differentiated Tongue that the Muspeli had guarded for eons.

And yet.

They could not make any headway so far.

Being the Muspeli Protector of this Flame Domain, THE Esteemed Whisperer managed to keep a half-step Absolute Depth entity, two Fundamental Depth entities, and multiple other THEs from entering. The forces on her side were objectively weaker. A few dozen THE Surface Depth and Intermediate Depth Muspeli, and only one other Fundamental Depth Muspeli apart from herself.

By any reasonable calculation, they should have been overwhelmed within minutes.

Her Way was called The Dissipating Shores of Infinite Whispers.

It was a Way built entirely around the principles of sand as when The First Tongue differentiated, she was born in endless sand.

Not through matching power. Not through superior force. But through a Way that understood something most entities never considered. From sand!

"We have sensed your claim. We have sensed your coming after waiting for eons."

"Yet... why have you not come? Why have you not come?"

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