Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4295

Chapter 4295: What is The Way? V

THE Weavers had uttered dreadful words.

As for the Fold Dweller... his eyes opened wide in absolute, soul-shattering shock.

In the next moment, he found that the distant stars he had always been staring at... he was now observing them right in front of his eyes, as if he could simply reach out and touch them.

...!

He was utterly, completely frightened!

When he opened his mouth to scream, no sound came out. He flailed around, a puppet in a stringless void, feeling the strange, terrifying absence of gravity.

In his terror, his mind, still a brilliant, analytical engine even in the face of its own annihilation, remembered the words of the three hooded women.

Simply ignore nature.

Do things your Way. If your Way was to be able to survive in space, then you could survive in space!

He thought this, his mind a desperate, pleading mantra against the crushing, absolute truth of the void.

Because he knew, with a certainty that was its own form of terror, that if he did not think so, he may just crumble and perish in the next moment.

And...

He breathed.

He opened his eyes. In front of him, the distant sun, Procyon, shone with a brilliant, beautiful light, and he was not burned to oblivion.

He was in space. He was alive.

He was breathing. Simply because he had chosen to defy nature, to defy the Way of Existence that had always been established.

He had chosen his Way.

He was an entity that had not even an ounce of mana or authority coursing across his body, and yet, here he was, floating in the silent, terrible beauty of the cosmos, having found his Way!

But he... was an anomaly!

It could almost be said with certainty that...nobody else could replicate what he did!

But that was his Way.

And his Way would lead to unfathomable grandeur!

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In the same Earliest Folds.

At a different point in time.

Aethelgard.

BOOM!

Noah watched an unfolding war with a sense of peace, his gaze now that of a scavenger, a predator circling a feast of giants.

He looked for the scraps, for the casualties, for the glorious, terrible loot that the chaos of battle would inevitably produce!

And The Dead had begun to appear.

BOOM!

In the next moment, an Astral Arcana Glyph, a stray shot from the ongoing celestial artillery duel, smashed down onto the Rampart itself.

It was a Mountain’s Judgment, and its impact was a thing of terrible, beautiful finality. It was not aimed at him, but its purpose was the same: to decimate a group of Justiciars that had landed on the wall!

The deep impact was enough to cause an explosion that threw back multiple entities, their forms, both living and forged, sent hurtling through the air like discarded toys.

In this explosion, a nameless character saw his chance.

He saw the pieces of Justiciars and the shattered remains of Early Creatures being flung in different directions, and with a single, decisive leap, he joined the dispersal!

He was a leaf in a hurricane, a single, insignificant mote of dust in a storm of collapsing stars.

His Innate Omnichalcum Aura Field buzzed as it collected the vibrant Kinetic energy!

He moved past the Rampart and towards the vibrant, primordial earth outside of Aethelgard.

BOOM!

He crashed to the ground, the impact cushioned by the borrowed power that still coursed through his veins!

He...was not the only one.

Nearby, a Juvenile Early Creature, a being of 900 Quadrillion in Complexity and Purity, was locked in a desperate, final struggle with a Justiciar.

The armor’s chest was caved in, its pristine white surface now a spiderweb of cracks, its internal systems spasming and collapsing. It was on the brink of its own, final end!

Neither of these two titans, locked in their death-dance, saw the nameless background character who had landed near them, a silent, unseen observer in this grand, terrible play!