Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4688

Chapter 4688: The Cursed And The Blessed III

Moments later, Ambessa found they were arriving at their location as she sensed other entities entering a crystalline bejeweled crimson-blue domain filled with water and fire. The elements here were even more intense, more primal, as if approaching the source of all elemental authority.

Within it, the overpowering aura of THE Living Elemental and THE Living Emotive could be felt pressing down on everyone present.

THE Living Elemental radiated waves of pure elemental might that made the fire and water bow in reverence. Their presence was a mountain made of storms, an ocean made of flames, an existence that had claimed dominion over the fundamental building blocks of reality itself.

And THE Living Emotive, that entity pulsed with emotions so vast and contradictory that merely being near them made Ambessa want to laugh and cry and scream all at once. Joy and sorrow, rage and peace, love and hatred, all swirling together in a maelstrom of feeling that threatened to overwhelm anyone without sufficient mental fortitude.

Ambessa sighed while going in as she wanted to get this shit over with.

THE Loom had erupted as those within it benefitted, and when the dust settled, they would go out from different Shelters to reap the altered Existence.

She just really hoped she wouldn’t come across Osmont again, and even hoped she would stop being included in the hunting teams formed for him just because she was among the first to come in contact with him.

But deep down, she knew better.

Existence had a sick sense of humor.

And somehow, someway, she would probably end up dying to Noah Osmont again.

It was just her fucking luck.

—

In the depths of that domain where Ambessa and others were being drawn into.

The domain of water and fire stretched endlessly in all directions, a realm where the two opposing elements had been forced into coexistence by the sheer authority of THE Living Elemental. Rivers of molten flame cascaded upward while waterfalls of crystalline blue flowed sideways, each element weaving around the other in patterns that should have been impossible but existed nonetheless. 𝘧𝘳𝘦ℯ𝓌𝘦𝒷𝘯𝑜𝑣𝘦𝓁.𝒸𝘰𝓂

At the very heart of this domain, where the concentration of elemental authority reached its peak, a single massive elemental throne existed. It was forged from solidified fire and frozen water, crimson and azure intertwining in a seat of power that radiated waves of primal might. The throne pulsed with the heartbeat of elements themselves, each pulse sending ripples of fire and water across the surrounding space.

Currently, the languid figure of THE Living Emotive was lying horizontally on this throne in a laid-back manner, her legs dangling over one armrest while her head rested on the other. She looked utterly at ease despite the apocalypse raging outside THE Loom, as if the destruction of Observable Existence was merely background noise to whatever tune played inside her mind.

In front of her, THE Living Elemental was surrounded by blazing crimson flames that danced with fury and frustration. Eighteen Phonemes of The First Tongue surrounded him in a rotating formation, each one flickering with instability that had not been there before THE Fallout began.

His gaze was fiery and troubled at this time as he spoke with barely contained agitation.

"Are you really so carefree?" he demanded. "The First Tongue no longer feels the same, and this is not a result of THE Fallout. Something has changed at its fundamental level. Something has been added that should not exist."

...!

His words went to Emotive who seemed to barely be listening as she whistled and hummed to herself, her fingers tracing lazy patterns in the air.

"THE Loom has bloomed and existence will spin,

The fun begins where the chaos sets in,

Round and round the pieces will go,

Where they land, only Paradox knows..."

"Don’t fucking worry so much, big guy," Emotive said with a yawn. "The fun is just now beginning. Paradox has so much work to do that he designed THE Loom into different components that would scatter across Existence. You and I are in one Shelter. Which, you should be fucking ecstatic about as you get to have my presence here. But as the dust settles, we can really get to have our fun. Because I know some things..."

Emotive smiled devilishly as she waved her hand and conjured an illusory image that materialized between them. It was the image of Noah Osmont, rendered in perfect detail with his blue-gold authority radiating even through the illusion.

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