Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4932

Chapter 4932: Are You With Us? I

Glossikos looked ahead as she saw utmost brilliance, her figure kneeling slightly from the pressure that had been released by THE Undivided One.

Her knees ached against the ancient weavings of THE Agora, and her linguistic authority burned around her form with intensity that bordered on painful as she struggled to maintain coherence against the waves of undifferentiation that had washed over this place. The crimson tide had receded now, pulled back by authority that exceeded anything Bazuman had possessed, but the strain of withstanding it still echoed through her foundations.

She saw Noah and THE Primordial Paradox far ahead of them, their figures standing at the center of what had been a battlefield moments ago. Noah was currently taking in a Crystallized Undivided One, the blue-gold structure that had been Bazuman now flowing toward his existence in streams of elevated authority. THE Primordial Paradox stood beside him with obsidian-gold flames burning steadily, watching the process with ancient eyes that missed nothing.

Her expression was complex as she observed.

She now saw why he’d taken the Claim of THE First Tongue.

She’d wanted it for herself so much that she’d disliked him from the moment he arrived. She hadn’t fully backed her Civilization to his when he came here, had maintained distance and reservation that bordered on hostility. Her assistance had been minimal. Her heart had held resentment toward the being who had claimed what she believed should have been hers.

But seeing him these past hours...

Maybe it was time to give her backing just like the other three Strategoi backed THE Four of their paths.

In her heart, she still disliked THE Four. Or really, THE Five now. All Strategoi did. They had a role that bound them to THE Agora of Primordial Judgment, a duty that required them to continue protecting this place across eons of existence. And THE Five did whatever suited them and left the Strategoi to pick up the pieces.

When Paradox and Noah had entered the Crack eons ago, disappearing into THE Prima Indifferentia without warning or explanation, it had been the Strategoi who maintained THE Agora. When THE Living Paradox had done all of this with the corruption of proto-matter, flooding Observable Existence with his grand design, it would have to be the Strategoi who struggled to hold this territory against the consequences.

There were many examples of such abandonment.

But maybe...

Maybe THE Five, with all the power they held, would eventually make everything okay.

Maybe...

"Come now, someone like you should never kneel to anybody."

She heard a sonorous voice beside her, gentle and warm and filled with concern that made something in her chest loosen.

When she turned, she saw a slender hand extended toward her, offering to help her rise. The fingers were delicate, almost fragile in their appearance, and the skin held a warmth that seemed to radiate comfort without any authority behind it. Just kindness. Just care.

Glossikos blinked as she grabbed the hand and rose up, finding herself thinking that the hands of the other Strategoi shouldn’t be small and slender like this. Khaotikos’s form shifted constantly between states. Ontikos’s hands held the weight of Existence itself. Paradoxos’s dual nature meant nothing about him was so simply singular.

This hand belonged to someone else. 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

With this thought, she turned to see the woman beside her.

She was beautiful. Her features held a serenity that seemed untouched by the chaos that had just occurred, as if the battle between Absolutes and Undivided Ones was merely weather passing overhead rather than apocalyptic conflict. Her hair fell in waves that caught the light of THE Agora with colors that shifted subtly, never quite settling on a single shade.

Her form was slender and graceful, dressed in robes that seemed woven from twilight itself.

But her eyes...

Her eyes were what captured Glossikos’s attention completely.

They were so calm. So pure. They held depths that seemed to contain understanding without judgment, acceptance without condition, love without limitation. Looking into them felt like coming home after a journey that had lasted far too long. Looking into them felt like being seen for the first time in eons.

Behind this woman stood Khaotikos, Ontikos, and Paradoxos.

The three other Strategoi had similar expressions on their faces. Calm. Content. At peace in ways that Glossikos had never seen from beings who had spent eons bound to duty they resented.

Glossikos felt like she remembered something in the back of her mind, some warning or recognition that tickled at the edges of her consciousness. But she couldn’t quite figure it out. The memory kept slipping away like water through fingers, replaced by warmth that spread through her foundations with comfort that exceeded anything she’d felt before.

The woman in front of her, THE Secretive Eon, asked her lightly with voice that seemed to resonate inside Glossikos’s chest rather than reach her through the air.

"Are you with us?"

And Glossikos blinked.

They were always with each other.

"My oh my, what a nice place this is."

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