Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4825

Chapter 4825: Just Let Go II

At this, Noah raised his brows and said with curiosity.

"Oh? What do you plan to do?"

THE Primordial Chaos buzzed with murky obsidian brilliance that radiated outward from his form as he said with weight that spoke of power being gathered.

"I do not want to be anywhere near that thing, but if I know where it is, I could simply attack it from afar."

His shifting features settled into something cold and determined.

"So. What happened between you and it, and what is its last location so I can bombard it with all my weight?"

BOOM!

A glorious situation unfolded as Noah couldn’t help but marvel at the absurdity of existence.

Hours ago, he was talking and planning with Eon about laying an assault on THE Primordial Chaos in Jotunheim.

Now, just hours later, he was with THE Primordial Chaos and listening to plans on collapsing THE Secretive Eon!

How grand and rapid existence could change.

But also...

"Care will have to be taken."

Noah’s voice carried caution that came from understanding more than most about how THE Entity operated.

"THE Secretive Eon is in THE Corrupted Vault of Ginnungagap, outside of THE Agora of Primordial Judgment."

He paused.

"I say care has to be taken because she is outside that Nexus Primordial Realm, and something seems to prevent her from entering, or she herself is choosing not to enter for a reason."

His eyes narrowed.

"And there is still much we don’t know."

...!

Noah saw Chaos’s eyes flash brilliantly after he said these words, with this being seemingly thinking of many things before he ultimately said with weight that pressed against reality itself.

"Youngest, you forget my status and standing."

His shifting features settled into something that looked almost like pride.

"You are the weakest amongst THE Four, but me... I am individually the strongest."

His form blazed with obsidian authority that made the crystalline trees of Alfheimr tremble.

"You may not see it. THE Creature or Paradox may not believe it."

His voice dropped to something that resonated with ancient truth.

"But everything began with Chaos, and all of Existence churns toward Chaos."

He paused.

"Chaos is silent for it does not need to be loud..."

His smile became something vast and terrible.

"But I can be loud. I can be very, very loud."

HUUM!

Such immense words were said as at this moment, THE Primordial Chaos looked at THE First Tongue, and two of THE Four might truly be entering an alliance for the first time since who knew when in the face of a terrible enemy!

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And while such a thing happened...

Far from Alfheimr.

In Jotunheim.

In a grand citadel where THE Living Temporal, THE Living Quantum, and THE Living Dimensional were waiting inside a grand structure while they were served by Chaos Giants.

Quantum was looking at Temporal as she said with curiosity that seemed almost casual.

"Why the large focus on Osmont anyways? What from him makes you go to these lengths?"

She asked as if they knew some of the plans of THE Living Temporal, but not everything.

As she said these words, the eyes of THE Living Quantum were filled with a unique sense of serenity and peace that seemed almost out of place for someone discussing strategy.

Uniquely, a similar light twinkled in the eyes of THE Living Dimensional as he also added with the same strange calmness.

"We are closer to THE Creature and THE Living Paradox, even if we steered clear of their conflict. After THE Fallout, what exactly is your aim to be so focused on Osmont?"

The questions came one after another.

Temporal frowned.

He looked toward Quantum and Dimensional as he said with dawning realization creeping into his voice.

"You two are..."

...!

He didn’t finish his words.

He swayed.

The cup in his hand fell down as his body was seemingly about to go limp, his ancient features slackening as if consciousness itself was being pulled away from him.

When in the next moment, his languid expression became heavy and livid as he bellowed out with fury that shook the foundations of Jotunheim itself!

OOOOH!

His eyes radiated purple pillars of time that shot upward and downward simultaneously!

An apocalyptic purple crack instantly bloomed where he stood!

It split the entire citadel in half!

The crack looked like the hand of a clock, and shockingly, it spun and turned with authority that transcended normal power!

For a surrounding gigaparsec, time became inverted and flowed backward!

Buildings that had been standing moments before unbuilt themselves. Chaos Giants who had been walking reversed their steps. Words that had been spoken were unspoken. The cup that had fallen rose back into Temporal’s hand.

The spinning crack moved backward like the hand of a clock, reversing seconds, then minutes, then more as THE Living Temporal forced reality to acknowledge that what had happened should not have happened!

The crack stopped.

It began to heal.

"WHO?!"

HUUM!

"What happened?!"

"We are attacked in the future, something that may have already affected you two and was going for me as wel..."

"What... are you?"

"We are here to help."

"To make things better."

"If we can get a hold of the one keeping hold of time, we can do so much more."

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