Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4691

Chapter 4691: The Emerged I

Inside a Shelter of THE Loom.

A domain of cylindrical tall mountain-like pillars stretched endlessly in all directions, each one rising toward a ceiling that did not exist. Multicolored rivers of clouds flowed between these pillars like lazy serpents, carrying whispers of power that had been accumulated over eons of careful planning.

On one tall pillar, immense waves of authority were flowing into a single entity. His hair currently shone stellar gold with unfathomably radiant multicolored pupils that seemed to contain folds within their depths. His stature was that of a human, yet he felt like a giant whose presence alone could crush lesser beings into oblivion.

Near him were three shrouded female figures that were none other than THE Weavers.

Their faces could not be discernible as they looked like black holes that would devour everything, pulling in light and perception alike until nothing remained but the void of their presence. Their bodies seemed to be channeling a unique power through THE Loom and into the titan of a man before them.

He was none other than Gilgamesh.

A Leader among Leaders.

A glorious entity that had thrown his Curiosity all the way from the Earliest Folds to attack Noah in the current era. A being whose ambition stretched across time itself!

And at this moment, an air of THE Fundamental Depth of Absolute Sovereignty surged around him. His gaze was deep and filled with an unfathomable light that spoke of power recently gained and power yet to be fully understood. The authority flowing into him was settling into his existence like water finding its level, reshaping him from within.

"You hold the most potent Weavings of THE Creature as Paradox has raised you to THE Fundamental Depth," THE Weavers spoke in unison, their voices overlapping in a way that made it impossible to distinguish one from another. "How does it feel?"

Gilgamesh’s multicolored pupils flickered as he considered the question.

"It feels like I am being controlled," he replied with cold honesty. "And I don’t particularly like that."

THE Weavers laughed, the sound ancient and knowing, as if they had heard such complaints countless times across the eons.

"Understandable," they said together. "But Existence is a game of give and take. We give you what you want, and you do something for us in turn. This arrangement has existed since before THE Loom was conceived. You are not the first to chafe at it, and you will not be the last."

Their shrouded forms shifted slightly, black hole faces turning toward him with what might have been amusement.

"This time around, the mission placed on you will be this man."

THE Weavers waved their hands in unison, and an illusory image materialized between them. It was Noah Osmont, rendered in perfect detail with his blue-gold authority radiating even through the projection.

Gilgamesh looked at the image calmly, his expression betraying nothing of his thoughts. He studied every detail with the patience of someone who had existed since the Earliest Folds, who had seen empires rise and fall, who knew that rushing to judgment was the mistake of the young.

"He will be hunted by weak things at THE Surface Depth, but THE Esteemed Paradox wanted someone decent to track him," THE Weavers continued. "You and we have this task. The others are distractions, noise, insects buzzing around a flame. We are the true hunters. And you are the one meant to bring this hunt to its conclusion."

...!

When they spoke, the voices of THE Weavers came out simultaneously, three voices becoming one in a manner that was extremely eerie. It was as if they shared a single consciousness split across three bodies, or perhaps three consciousnesses merged into a single will.

And yet toward these words, Gilgamesh remained calm as he asked a simple question.

"Any preference on whether he needs to be brought in alive or collapsed?"

...!

The question was heavy, carrying implications that stretched far beyond its simple phrasing. Bringing Noah in alive would mean one thing. Collapsing him would mean another entirely.

THE Weavers laughed again, the sound carrying genuine amusement this time.

"If you can fully collapse him, it would mean you stand the chance to lay a claim on The First Tongue," they said with voices dripping with temptation. "You can give it a go."

...!

The eyes of Gilgamesh pulsed with a terrifying immensity at such words.

The First Tongue.

"I will need my Legions of THE Early Creatures," he stated. "Make sure to tell the big guy to send harvest their way to ensure their Depths are at least at Surface, maybe Intermediate."

Toward this, THE Weavers smiled behind their black hole faces.

"That much can be done," they affirmed. "THE Esteemed Paradox has resources to spare from THE Fallout’s harvest. Your Legions will be elevated. Your hunt will be properly supported."

Across Existence, many made their preparations as THE Fallout was underway.

An interminable light struck out against THE Belly of Existence, tearing through barriers that had stood since before recorded history. The attack was relentless, absolute, backed by Axioms of Observable Existence that made resistance nearly futile.

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