Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4753

Chapter 4753: Si Vis Pacem, Para Bellum III

This was his ideal plan.

Not to reverse time.

But to utilize THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap. The region within it in The Stoa of Dogmata that had been gloriously distorted by THE Fallout. A core domain of THE Vault of Ginnungapbefore it was corrupted!

They simply had to reach it.

But...

HUUM!

At this moment, like a burning sun, the scorching aura of THE Weavers raged behind them!

It pressed against reality with force that made the corrupted Wastes crack and splinter! The weight of three Absolutes in pursuit created pressure that would have collapsed anything below THE Fundamental Depth instantly!

Their voices echoed out.

Glorious.

Terrifying.

Three heavy, scratching voices speaking one after another in sequence that made the air itself recoil!

"Can the Claimer..."

"...of THE First Tongue..."

"...be such a coward?!"

The words overlapped and intertwined, each voice completing the thought of the one before!

"One of THE Four..."

"...running like a little bitch?..."

"...can your Way even survive such cowardice actions?!"

...!

Such terrifying words echoed out!

Behind them, the sound as if Existence was breaking boomed through the Wastes! Obsidian-gold glimmers of light began to bloom as it felt like THE Weavers were getting ever closer! The threads of fate they controlled were pulling them inexorably toward their quarry!

Lumivara remained embracing Noah as if nothing else mattered.

Her injured form pressed against his back with desperate determination. Whatever happened, she would not let go. Whatever came, she would face it with him.

And Ul’moreth seemingly did not even pay attention to that screeching set of voices.

The ancient Ginnu Lifeform looked toward Noah with veiled eyes that seemingly held immense belief in him!

He had seen Noah grow from a curious anomaly in Ginnungagap to something that made Absolutes pause.

He believed.

Noah couldn’t betray this belief!

"In three nanoseconds..."

One of THE Weavers’ voices cut through the chaos with terrible precision!

"...You will be captured in my inescapable net, Little Coward of The First Tongue!"

WAA!

THE Weavers had their voices echo out again!

And at this time... far ahead, the outside boundary of THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap appeared!

That massive crimson-gold cloudy barrier that extended for countless miles, shrouded by the ashen clouds and flames of THE Fallout! The entrance to a domain that predated The First Tongue’s differentiation!

Noah’s eyes shone sharply!

He went even faster!

Skoll’s neon flames blazed with intensity that exceeded anything he had displayed before! The transformed Duke pushed past limits that should have been absolute, driven by loyalty and the desperate need to protect his master and those his master cared about!

They surged toward the boundary!

And the moment they approached...

CRACK!

The terrifying figures of THE Weavers shattered space behind them to finally become visible!

Three decrepit forms wrapped in robes and hoods, their ancient faces twisted with fury, their golden eyes blazing with the light of fate itself being manipulated!

The two sides managed to observe each other briefly once more!

Noah stared into those multiple golden eyes!

He saw rage. He saw determination. He saw the absolute certainty of beings who had never once failed to catch their prey!

And then he disappeared into THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap!

BOOM!

Without fail, THE Weavers silently charged forward to follow!

Their obsidian-gold authority blazed around them as they crossed the boundary without hesitation! Whatever dangers this Corrupted Domain held, they would face them! Whatever price had to be paid, they would pay it!

The Claimer of THE First Tongue would not escape!

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Across the boundary.

An instant later, things played out as if in slow motion.

Noah, Lumivara, and Ul’moreth seated on Skoll appeared in the Stoa of Dogmata!

The endless colonnade of pillars stretched in all directions, each one carved from crystallized authority that predated differentiation itself. Inscriptions of ancient Dogmata glowed upon their surfaces.

And there, exactly where she always was...

BOOM!

BOOM!

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