Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4815

Chapter 4815: The Enemy Unseen III

He said this calmly as after all, he was considered the leader that the two of them had backed. He had to at least be capable of standing up for them when they called for him.

So in a shockingly short amount of time, this entire area that was filled with hymns and grace of the natives of Alfheimr cleared.

THE Living Emotive disappeared with a pout that promised future mischief.

Origin and Hunger retreated with the Ljósálfar who had been willing to die for their Ljósmóðir.

Until only THE Primordial Chaos and Noah remained!

THE Primordial Chaos looked over Noah’s illustrious figure again and again as Noah gazed back at the being he could not fully understand at all.

After a moment, Chaos spoke with a voice that held weight beyond its casual tone.

"It seems that it was good that you escaped from my grasp and the grasp of Temporal in Ginnungagap. Everything is as it should be..."

He paused.

"Well, except when it isn’t."

His shifting features settled into something almost kind.

"Youngest, do you want to see something interesting?"

...!

Noah looked at this being who began talking with him like this as his eyes squinted and he replied with caution wrapped in casual interest.

"I live to see interesting things. But I wonder if it would fit my definition of interesting."

"Oh, you will definitely find it interesting..."

As he said such words, THE Primordial Chaos waved his hand.

Between him and Noah, a massive illusory screen appeared, conjured from authority that reshaped the air itself into a viewing portal.

On this illusory screen, it showed a vast and ancient-looking citadel of a civilization.

The endless expanse of ancient structures stretched across frozen landscapes that seemed to go on forever. Black ice formed the foundations of towers that rose toward skies crackling with perpetual lightning. Glaciers the size of continents groaned beneath constructions that had been built by beings of impossible scale.

And there were the auras of billions upon billions of lifeforms in this endlessly vast civilization.

Chaos Giants moved through the citadel with grace that belied their massive forms. Their skin was the color of storms and obsidian. Their eyes burned with the light of dying stars. They were chaos incarnate, descendants of forces that had existed since before differentiation.

Among these billions, there were thousands of giants at Pre-THE classification, their power impressive but not yet having crossed the threshold into true Depth.

There were hundreds at THE Surface Depth, their authority beginning to press against reality itself.

There were dozens at THE Intermediate Depth, beings whose Ways had begun to truly shape the Existence around them.

There were ten at THE Fundamental Depth, entities whose power could collapse civilizations with a thought.

And there were three Half-Step Absolutes!

It was such a glorious scene of a civilization, showing musings of Chaos permeating throughout every corner and crevice.

And yet the Chaos was unique.

It felt very calm and ordered.

It was truly paradoxical to see.

Noah looked at the scene before him as he frowned for a moment because something felt off.

Something that made his foundations buzz with unease that he could not immediately identify.

Opposite him, THE Primordial Chaos spoke with a voice that held weight beyond its casual observation.

"A grand landscape, is it not? This is Jotunheim. One of my homes."

He paused.

"But I can already see that you can see something off. Are you able to point it out?"

"Why is it so quiet? And why... are all of them so still?"

"I have been under attack these last few hours since THE Fallout began, and the enemy is an extremely terrifying one."

BOOM!

"Even though THE Living Paradox and THE Creature began this war, I am the only one currently under assault. And it is an enemy that even I could not have predicted."

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