Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4918

Chapter 4918: A Man Must Make Great Sacrifices I

When your own blood, when your only son was dissolving into a soup of undifferentiation in front of you, you may be panicked and regretful.

Noah was neither.

The more he understood existence, the more he realized he had been wrong about many things. It was great and all to protect others, to shield them from dangers that exceeded their capabilities, to use his power to ensure that those he cared about never faced threats that could end them. But if they had no power to protect themselves, if they relied entirely on his presence to survive, then everything was useless if a single accident occurred.

And existence was filled with accidents.

THE Living Paradox had just revealed that Primordial Architects and ancient Formless Terrors and slumbering Undivided Ones were waking across THE Prima Indifferentia. THE Entity continued to spread through THE Wastes and Primordial Realms with methodology that even THE Primordial Paradox could not fully counter.

Wars raged between beings of THE Five. Cracks appeared across Observable Existence flooding corruption everywhere.

What if Noah was occupied when danger came for his people?

What if he was fighting THE Living Paradox when something emerged from THE Prima Indifferentia to threaten THE Infiniverse?

What if an accident occurred and he simply was not there?

While he may not be hard on others, when it came to those closest to him, especially his son, he now realized he had to be stern for their own good. Kindness that produced weakness was not kindness at all. Protection that prevented growth was merely a different form of harm!

So even as his son looked at him with eyes that were asking why, oh why, as if his own son was accusing him of betrayal for bringing him to this place that sought to dissolve his existence into formless potential, Noah remained calm and did not interfere at all!

Henry’s form flickered between stability and dissolution, his features becoming indistinct as the infinite undifferentiation of THE Yggdrheim pressed against him from every direction. His hands, which had been cooking a meal moments ago, were becoming transparent. His blue-gold hair, the mark of his lineage, was losing its color as definition fled from his existence.

But Noah still had a soft spot.

He could not help but say words that might guide his son toward survival rather than simply watching him struggle without direction.

"You have my blood coursing through you."

His voice was slow and deliberate as it pressed against THE Yggdrheim itself.

"You have it easier than all others as you simply have to rely on this. Not even yourself, Boy."

...!

The moment after he said this, the dissolving Henry grit his teeth with determination that transcended the fear and confusion and sense of betrayal that had been flooding through him. His father’s words were a hint. A direction. A path toward survival that he had not perceived on his own.

His blood.

His lineage.

The inheritance that flowed through his veins from THE Genesis Monarch himself!

From the very strands of his existence, from the very lineage passed down to him through blood that carried the weight of Infinities, threads of blue-gold light began to burn with intensity that pushed back against the undifferentiation pressing inward. The threads were squeezed out by the threat of dissolution, forced to the surface by the survival instinct that recognized death approaching and demanded response.

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