Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4917

Chapter 4917: Change Has Come!

In THE Prima Indifferentia, things that had slumbered for eons were waking.

A group of Formless Ones drifted through the storms of corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals. Their churning masses held no stable form.

Their auras exceeded most Absolutes.

These were not the lesser Formless Terrors. These were ancient things, beings that had existed since THE First Cause itself, that had chosen to remain in this space of undifferentiation because Observable Existence held nothing of interest for them. They had slumbered in the proto-matter for eons, content to simply be without acting or growing or pursuing anything resembling purpose.

But now they were awake.

The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter surged around them, and instead of fleeing from it or being dissolved by it, they opened themselves to its embrace. The corruption flowed into their churning masses alongside the blue-gold light of Infinities, and their existences became grander from the absorption. They grew denser. They grew heavier. They grew more real in ways that THE Prima Indifferentia had not witnessed since the earliest days of differentiation.

And then they scattered in different directions with glee.

One Formless One disappeared into a Crack that led to THE Wastes of THE Fallout, its churning mass compressing to fit through the fracture before expanding again on the other side. Another vanished into a Crack that opened onto THE Wandering Territories, those drifting spaces between defined realms where lost things gathered. A third entered a Crack that connected to a remnant corrupted Fold. A fourth found its way toward a Primordial Realm.

They spread across existence like seeds being scattered by a farmer who cared nothing for where they landed.

And they were not alone.

In another region of THE Prima Indifferentia, a massive humanoid form stirred from stillness that had lasted longer than most civilizations had existed.

A Primordial Architect was wrapped entirely in strips of white material that seemed to glow with inner light, each strip winding around its colossal form in patterns of containment rather than clothing. The wrappings covered every inch of its existence, leaving no feature visible beneath their luminous embrace. Only its eyes could be perceived through gaps in the binding, and those eyes burned with light that had witnessed THE First Cause.

Its aura seemed to almost be as immense as THE Creature himself.

Almost.

The difference was slight enough that comparison became meaningful, that observers might wonder whether this wrapped Primordial Architect could contend with one of THE Five in direct conflict.

The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals surged around this ancient being with violence that had awakened it from its slumber. The wrapped Primordial Architect did not flee or resist. It opened its existence to the corruption and the Infinities alike, drawing them into its wrappings with hunger that exceeded what its still form had suggested.

The wrappings glowed brighter.

The eyes burned with increased intensity.

And then THE Primordial Architect roared!

The sound that emerged from within those wrappings held no sanity whatsoever. It was a cry of awakening that had been building for cycles beyond counting, a release of dormant madness that had been contained within the binding strips for eons upon eons. The roar shattered proto-matter in every direction, creating ripples of definition that spread outward like waves from a stone dropped into still water.

The wrapped Primordial Architect moved toward a Crack with purpose that its insane eyes belied, its bound form drifting through THE Prima Indifferentia with speed that exceeded what something so massive should have been capable of.

It disappeared into the fracture.

And wherever it emerged, things would change.

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In yet another region of the primordial chaos, something else was stirring.

It was adorned in armor unlike anything that existed in Observable Existence, ancient and archaic platinum plates that covered every inch of its colossal frame with craftsmanship that predated the concept of craftsmanship itself.

The armor seemed to have been forged from proto-matter that had been convinced to become metal, each plate holding the weight of undifferentiation that had been given form through will alone.

In its hand was a hammer.

The weapon was massive even compared to the already colossal form that wielded it, its head composed of condensed metallic proto-matter that had been compressed until it achieved density that exceeded what normal matter could sustain. The hammer’s surface shifted constantly, metallic proto-matter churning within its structure as if eager to be unleashed against whatever target its wielder chose.

And it was unclear if there was actually a body within the armor at all.

The gaps between plates revealed nothing but darkness. The helmet’s visor showed no eyes, no features, no indication of a being wearing the armor rather than the armor itself being the entity. Perhaps there had been a Primordial Architect within once. Perhaps the armor had consumed its wearer eons ago. Perhaps there had never been anything but the armor itself.

The corrupted paradoxical proto-matter and Infinite Seals surged around this armored entity, and the platinum plates drank deeply of both substances. The armor glowed with absorbed power that made its already immense presence grow even more terrifying.

And then it swung its hammer.

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