Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4242

Chapter 4242: The Loom I

When skies crack wide and Veils grow thin,

When Dead and Living merge as kin,

When Folds collapse to crushing dark,

The Loom preserves the chosen spark.

First comes the thinning of The Veil,

The Dead arise where Living fail,

Then tears appear in reality’s seam,

As nightmares walk and dreamers scream.

THE Creature’s works shall turn to dust,

Early powers break like rust,

Quadrillions, Quintillions fall to null and void,

As Everythings are all destroyed.

But we who dwell within the Frame,

We who know the Weaver’s name,

We who paid the price to enter,

Stand secure in Loom’s great center.

For when the Fallout comes to call,

And Civilizational falls to thrall,

When Zero Scale meets final rest,

The Loom alone shall stand the test.

No Hunger’s jaw can breach our wall,

The Loom protects us from the Fall.

Count your fortune, chosen few,

Selected from the countless who,

Will face the ending unprepared,

While we within The Loom are spared.

Remember those who built this ark,

Who saw the coming of the dark,

THE Living Paradox who knew,

What none outside could misconstrue.

So when you hear the outside cry,

When trillions beg before they die,

Remember that you earned your place,

Within The Loom’s protecting grace.

For Existence ends beyond these walls,

The mighty crash, the lowest falls,

But we shall wait in patient power,

Until arrives the Blooming Hour.

When Fallout fades and birth begins,

When those inside The Loom step in,

To fill the void that ending made,

As architects of the next parade.

This is the promise, this the creed,

The Loom provides for those in need,

She rose, and the simple crimson robe she wore shimmered. On the left breast, the marking of a single, golden flame burned with a gentle, contained fire.

She walked out of the room, her bare feet silent on the polished, white-wood floors.

She entered a hall that seemed to stretch into infinity, forged from the same living material, its pristine white walls lined with intricate, crimson-gold etchings that depicted the birth of folds and the forging of concepts.

The moment she emerged, a being of living, swirling frost glided past.

It was a Living Elemental, its form a beautiful, terrible blizzard contained in a vaguely humanoid shape.

It smiled, a gesture that caused the air around it to sparkle with ice crystals. "Esteemed Valkyrie," its voice was the sound of a winter wind whispering through ancient trees.

"We are holding an Elemental Crucible today. A small tournament, a test of skill. Only Early Creatures and Elementals below 500 Quadrillion are permitted to participate. Will you be coming?"

Valkyrie shook her head, a gentle, warm smile on her lips. The Living Elemental before her emanated waves of power at a staggering 150 Quadrillion, yet in this place, it was considered a participant for a junior tournament!

"No," she said, her voice a soft, melodic hum. "You all enjoy yourselves."

She continued her path down the grand hall, her presence a silent, respected authority.

She passed other Early Creatures, their forms ranging from the perfectly humanoid to the beautifully abstract.

She passed other Living Elementals...a being of living, shifting earth whose very presence had the gravity of a Folds; another of pure, sentient fire whose warmth was a comforting balm.

Each of them, Early Creature and Living Elemental alike, held a power that exceeded 100 Quadrillion at the very least.

And as she passed, each of them would offer a silent nod, a gesture of profound respect.

Ultimately, she came to a massive door at the end of the hall, a gate that opened with a silent, willing parting of reality itself.

She stepped through into a space so vast it defied comprehension.

It was a forest of light and power, a garden that stretched for countless light-years. Massive, radiant trees, each one the size of a galaxy, pulsed with the raw, untamed energy of the elements.

One tree was a pillar of living fire, its leaves solar flares. Another was a colossal glacier, its branches carved from ice that was older than time.

Tens of thousands of Living Elementals and hundreds of auras of Early Creatures could be felt, moving like fireflies in this impossible, cosmic arboretum!

A calm, disembodied voice echoed through the space, a sound that was both everywhere and nowhere at once.

"Welcome to the Arboretum Primus, Commander Valkyrie."

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