Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4795

Chapter 4795: History! II

The words of Ruination in the form of prompts only arrived as a blinding pillar of obsidian-gold light shot forth from the vacuum!

It smashed into Noah with force that would have obliterated anything less than what he had become!

But since he was an Absolute Immovable Object, he was not moved back.

He took the impact with a changing expression.

An unbelievably dense concentration of Civilizational Authority flowed toward him.

It was... Absolute Civilizational Authority! The accumulated power of an entity that had existed since before THE Fallout, compressed and channeled directly into his existence.

But it was so unfathomably heavy and painful that he almost felt like he would unravel!

His foundations, already damaged from offering his Claim, groaned under the additional weight before they ate everything and began to recover in an unfathomable way, basked and seeking to integrate what wss coming in.

His Seals of Absolute Tongue blazed with desperate intensity as they tried to process the incoming Depth!

His very Way trembled as authority that belonged to Paradox attempted to merge with authority that belonged to The First Tongue!

But...

|Your Formless Depth withstands against the Immensity of THE Absolute Depth of Absolute Sovereignty flowing into your Existence.|

|You are the entity who caused the causal collapse of an Absolute.|

|By the weavings of Existence, you inherit...most of what they held.|

|By the nature of your Formless classification, you can bear what others could not.|

|Integration proceeding.|

|Integration painful.|

|Due to the collapse of an Absolute, something unique has began to permeate across Observable Existence.|

|THE SILENCE|

|For a brief moment, everything stops.|

|All conflict pauses.|

|All noise ceases.|

|Existence itself seems to mourn, or celebrate.|

|The passing of an Absolute is acknowledged by all aspects of reality.|

...!

Noah felt his Immensity burning and surging up!

But more than this, Existence seemed to truly be mourning.

When he looked around, he felt threads of Paradox mourning.

They wept in ways that transcended normal emotion. The obsidian-gold Weavings that permeated Observable Existence trembled with loss. One of their own had fallen. One who had served THE Living Paradox since before THE Fallout. One who had cut and woven countless destinies.

Gone.

He felt threads of Chaos mourning and buzzing with excitement simultaneously.

The contradiction was pure Chaos. Sorrow and joy coexisting. Loss and gain indistinguishable. Khaotikos’s domain recognized both the tragedy and the opportunity in equal measure.

And surrounding Weavings of Existence and The First Tongue... mourning!

Even his own Claim grieved for what had been lost!

Why?

Why would they be mourning the death of an Absolute?!

THE Weavers had been an enemy! They had hunted him! They had threatened his people! They had targeted his dog!

How dare they mourn his enemy?

How dare Existence grieve for those who sought to destroy him?

Eyes as if they were all looking at... an enemy!

"The first Absolute to fall was from Paradox."

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