Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4775

Chapter 4775: THE Villa Dei Boscoreale III

Noah stood before the golden doors of THE Villa Dei Boscoreale.

Around him, Lunaris, Ophelia, and seven other Polemarchs touched the Merit points on their togas simultaneously. Their authority flowed into the ancient seals protecting this vault, recognizing them as worthy guardians granting access to one they deemed worthy. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

The golden doors flung outward and opened!

Ancient light spilled from within, carrying warmth that spoke of treasures accumulated across eons.

The door and the villa itself almost seemed to be purely decorative. The external structure outside was just that, a structure. Inside was a place spanning countless distances. A pocket of reality that existed independent of normal spatial limitations.

Noah went down and played with Skoll’s head.

"I’ll be right back."

The transformed Duke’s tail wagged with enthusiasm despite not understanding what was happening. His neon flames flickered happily at the attention. He was content to wait as long as his Master would return!

Noah then nodded to Lumivara and Ul’moreth.

"Hang on tight for me."

The little fox’s eyes shone with confidence in her Master. Ul’moreth’s veiled gaze held ancient wisdom and sterness at this moment.

His gaze then went to Lunaris and Ophelia.

"Help them become Lochagoi in the meantime if possible. I don’t know how long this will take."

The Glossarians nodded with enthusiasm at this task.

Lunaris’s pages rustled with genuine warmth.

"Good luck, sir."

With such words, Noah took a step toward the golden gate.

And disappeared!

This time, the movement he felt was a smooth one. As if he was simply stepping through a door and entering another room. No violent transportation. No disorienting transition. Just a single step that carried him somewhere else entirely.

Yet vibrant Philologies unfurled all around him!

Dense constructs of linguistic authority swirled past his perception, welcoming him to this ancient place! They carried meanings that spoke of refinement and purification, of foundations being strengthened and impurities being burned away.

He entered a region filled with mist of ancientness and wonder.

|You have arrived in THE Thermae of Cyclic Refinement.|

|The Baths of Foundation.|

...!

Baths?

Noah almost shook his head with incredulity.

The vibrant treasures from THE Vaults of Ginnungagap began with a bath?

Even as he had this thought, he smiled.

He felt all his 27 Seals of Absolute Tongue vibrating with expectation! They resonated with this place as if recognizing something fundamental about its nature! As if they had arrived somewhere that would feed them in ways nothing else could.

And glorious it was!

It was quiet.

Not a single other soul was in sight.

Only a faint golden gateway stood behind him, marking the path he had taken to arrive here.

Noah looked around at what lay before him.

The region resembled ancient bathing complexes of impossible grandeur.

Pools of various sizes filled chambers that stretched beyond normal perception! Some were intimate, designed for solitary reflection. Others were vast enough to qualify as small seas. Steam rose from waters that glowed with blue-gold luminescence, carrying warmth that penetrated not just the body but the very foundations of one’s existence.

|The treasures will descend based on determined contribution to the Glossarians and THE Agora of Primordial Judgment overall.|

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