Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4759

Chapter 4759: Glossarians! IV

As she said this, Noah looked at the Lower City.

It was grand beyond measure!

The architecture seemed to have been carved from the very essence of language itself. Pillars rose in elegant columns, their surfaces inscribed with Phonemes that pulsed with quiet authority. Walls of buildings shimmered with linguistic patterns that shifted and reformed with each passing moment, as if the structures themselves were engaged in eternal conversation.

The buildings followed designs that spoke of an era when form and function achieved perfect unity. Triangular pediments crowned with intricate reliefs depicting scholars in debate. Archways that seemed to frame reality itself. Courtyards where fountains of liquid light flowed in patterns that wrote and rewrote themselves continuously.

It was ancient.

It was fantastical.

It was beautiful in ways that modern civilizations had forgotten how to achieve.

Glossarian Hoplites dotted the landscape in various states of activity. Some sat cross-legged on the roofs of their abodes, their eyes closed in deep meditation as Phonemes swirled around their forms in slow orbits. They were refining their foundations, building understanding of The First Tongue one revelation at a time.

Others moved through the streets with shining eyes of excitement, their togas rippling as they walked with purpose along a blue-gold road that led toward... the outline of a massive ancient library in the distance!

That structure dominated the horizon even through the haze of golden light that obscured distant details. Its silhouette promised knowledge beyond measure. Its presence drew scholars like moths to flame.

Noah looked at the few dozen THE Surface Depth Glossarians of different forms moving toward that place.

"Where would everyone be going right now?"

Ophelia smiled at his question.

"It seems that a debate is taking place right now in The Lexicon."

Her eyes sparkled with the enthusiasm of someone who genuinely loved her craft.

"The Lexicon is a massive library stretching for miles. It contains knowledge accumulated since before THE Fallout sealed this domain. Every insight, every breakthrough, every refined understanding of The First Tongue that the Glossarians have achieved across eons is recorded within its halls."

She gestured toward the distant structure.

"But it also acts as the junction between The Lower City and The Middle City, Meso Polis, where Lochagoi and their households reside. The debates take place in chambers designed specifically for philosophical combat. It is where reputations are made and broken."

Her serpentine lower half propelled her forward as she continued leading them.

"Do you wish to go see the debates? This is one of the ways to earn Merit here if you can show off your glory in The First Tongue compared to others!"

...!

Ophelia said such words with genuine encouragement.

Lumivara and Ul’moreth looked toward Noah with silent smiles.

As if they knew something nobody else did!

They knew that as The One Who Laid The Claim on The First Tongue, who could argue they understood it better than he?! Who could challenge the foundations of one whose very existence was intertwined with the oldest language?!

"Woof!"

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