Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4722

Capítulo 4722: It Is Not Enough I

Mayhem.

It was a word that held weight far beyond its simple syllables. It stood for disorder and destruction, of systems breaking down and certainties crumbling into dust. It was the promise that nothing built could last forever, that every structure would eventually fall, that every order would eventually dissolve into the formless chaos from which it emerged.

Many entities feared mayhem.

They built walls against it. They constructed hierarchies and laws and Principles designed to hold it at bay. They convinced themselves that through sufficient power, sufficient order, sufficient control, they could keep the chaos outside their domains forever.

They were wrong.

In the end, everything flowed toward chaos and entropy.

This was not nihilism. This was simply the fundamental truth of existence itself. Order required energy to maintain. Structure demanded constant effort to preserve. But chaos? Chaos was the default state. Chaos was what remained when effort ceased. Chaos was patient in a way that order could never be, because chaos did not need to do anything except wait.

And chaos always won eventually.

It was why, as much as many underestimated THE Primordial Chaos and did not speak of him in the same sentences as THE Creature and THE Living Paradox, his power was obscene and unfathomably real.

THE Creature represented existence itself, the foundational truth that things were.

THE Living Paradox represented contradiction, the impossible truth that things could be and not be simultaneously.

But THE Primordial Chaos represented the end state of all things. The destination toward which every river of existence inevitably flowed. The final answer to every question ever asked.

Entropy.

Dissolution.

The return to…formlessness.

His power did not need to be flashy. It did not need to be dramatic. It simply needed to be patient, because time itself was his ally. Every moment that passed brought all of existence one increment closer to the chaos he embodied. Every structure that formed was already in the process of falling apart. Every order that arose was already beginning to decay.

THE Primordial Chaos did not need to win battles.

He simply needed to wait for everyone else to lose.

At this time, the clearest depiction of mayhem and what chaos could do could be seen in the Wastes of THE Fallout.

Away from the heavy conflict in Muspelheim.

Away from the unmentioned and unknown and ongoing battles between THE Creature and THE Living Paradox.

In the Wastes of THE Fallout, multiple Declarations of THE Fundamental Depth entities permeated as the battle between THE First Leader, Gilgamesh, and Lumivara unfolded.

The landscape itself had been torn apart by the conflict!

What had once been regions of ash and volcanic flame now bore the scars of conceptual warfare. Craters the size of small realms marked where Declarations had clashed against Declarations. Rifts in space itself showed where the weight of Fundamental Depth had proven too heavy for reality to bear. The air shimmered with residual authority, fragments of power that had nowhere to go now that the Declarations that spawned them had been shattered.

Lumivara stood at the center of a devastated plain, her nine tails spread behind her like broken banners of war.

No.

Not nine tails.

Seven.

Two had been severed earlier in the battle, their stumps still leaking crimson gold blood that hissed where it touched the corrupted ground. Her radiant humanoid form, which had always blazed with the brilliance of captured starlight, now flickered with the uncertainty of a flame. Her fox-like features, usually so sharp and beautiful, were twisted with pain and defiance.

And across her chest, a huge gash wept crimson gold blood in steady rivers.

The Way of Unity had been carved into her flesh alongside the physical damage, and that conceptual wound rejected the union of her very cells. Her body wanted to heal. Her Principles demanded regeneration. But the Declaration that had inflicted the injury insisted that what had been separated could not be rejoined.

Around her, Declarations of her own blazed in defensive formation.

“My Light shall blind all who seek to harm me.”

“My radiance burns with the fury of Mana.”

“Within my presence, darkness cannot approach.”

Each Declaration was a masterwork of Fundamental Depth authority. Each one would have been enough to annihilate armies of lesser entities. Each one represented the culmination of eons of cultivation, of refinement, of pushing the Way of Light to heights that few had ever achieved.

Her power should have been more than enough to wipe the floor with any common THE Fundamental Depth entity.

But she did not face a common one now!

She faced Gilgamesh!

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