Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3863

Chapter 3863: Early Veiled Shore VI

The scent of mist still clung to his skin as Noah stepped from the sea, the body of Auriamundus slung over one shoulder like a quintessential treasure.

Its scales shimmered with threads of gold and blue, catching the dim light of the Early Veiled Shore and scattering it across the sand in ripples of brilliance.

Each step he took pressed lightly into the untouched soil, the sacred granules humming beneath his feet as though acknowledging the return of an Early Creature.

He lowered the Crownscale Glimmer gently onto the ground.

Ruination and the Infiniverse Body flanked him without a word, drawn by the stillness and the quiet reverence that clung to the corpse like a final hymn.

A soft chime echoed as he looked at the Early Living Marine Lifeform.

|You have slain and acquired the body of Auriamundus, the Crownscale Glimmer. A nutrient-rich Early Living Marine Lifeform. Its flesh will proliferate Complexity and Purity within the Originus Venerant stage. It has flesh that explodes with weaving potential, cutting the forging cost of Living Towers of Origin and Early Living Existential Glyphs by half. As Early Creatures developed, they gathered together while sharing flesh of Early Living Marine Lifeforms in rituals of complexity and purity.|

...!

Noah’s eyes gleamed. Even before the next prompt arrived, he had already known to expect it.

|Boiling the Crownscale Glimmer in Early Sacred Waters will more than double its effects.|

"..."

He turned slowly, his gaze drifting across the vast untouched beauty of the Early Veiled Shore.

Everything here was deliberate. Timeless. Untouched by the conveniences of authority.

The Sacred Waters had rejected command. The glyph-bearing goldfish had demanded hand-to-hand defiance. It meant that creation here had to be earned.

And in this place, that was the most sacred thing of all.

Everything fit and had purpose, so if a prompt said that marine life forms could be boiled by sacred water, which was resistant to authority, then it meant there was a means to do it as the only feasible way was through something that stemmed from these very same veiled shores.

Noah looked around.

At the trees and waters. At the sand.

The...sand?

He gazed down.

His fingers dug lightly into the sand at his feet. It was pale ivory, its warmth delicate but ancient- each grain humming with strange potential.

|The Sand of the Early Veiled Shore. Unique in nature, but malleable for a myriad of uses.|

He smiled and thought about how he could utilize this to make a tool for the purpose of boiling the Early Living Marine Lifeform. And an answer was...

"Glassification," he muttered.

WAA!

The Infiniverse tilted her head with quiet curiosity, and Noah motioned her over. "Come. Let’s shape the first tool of this place."

The Infiniverse Body nodded silently as radiance burst from her.

Multicolored flames burst from their joined palms, each lick of fire fueled by Living Existential Authority. It melted the sand into thick molten threads, glowing like starlit syrup, and then cooled it slowly with precise infusions of compressed Continuity.

They shaped it with careful strokes, drawing from memory and instinct until something beautiful was gradually born.

It did not take too long!

The shore trembled.

|You have created the first artifact of the Early Veiled Shore.|

|Item Name: Wok of the Primordial Bloom.|

|Description: A vessel born from Sacred Sand and shaped by Living Existential Authority. When subjected to heat, it emits Early Sacred Flames capable of cooking any entity originating from the Early Veiled Shore.|

...!

It was nearly twice Noah’s size, its wide crystalline belly glinting beneath the veil of sacred light, the curved edges swirling with faint sigils of purity.

He nodded once, satisfied. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The Infiniverse carried the glowing wok to the Sacred Waters and, with gentle reverence, filled it with a scoop of that pristine liquid. She returned to where Noah had already called forth the miniature form of his Singed Tower of Origin- its flaming Mythic Signatures rising like effigies of his silhouette, golden robes billowing, holding the tower aloft.

When she placed the wok on its crown- on the top of this Singed Tower of Origin, it accepted the heat like an offering to a sleeping titan!

HUUM!

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