Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4938

Chapter 4938: Temporal Infinity IV

In THE Interstices.

Noah sat at his desk, his blue-gold pen moving with a rhythmic grace that seemed to hum alongside the fabric of existence. Beside him, Amser Modred stood in a state of quiet contemplation, his purple temporal currents now shimmering with the blue glimmers of his new allegiance. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

With a casual wave of his hand, Noah manifested a second throne opposite his desk. It was a massive construct of crystallized authority, reaching nearly the same height as his own throne, though it remained just a fraction shorter...a subtle, physical reminder of the hierarchy that now bound them.

Amser stared at the discrepancy for a long moment, his eyes tracing the blue-gold veins running through the seat before he silently sat down.

Now that the immediate threat of infection was gone, the grandeur and immensity of THE Living Temporal began to return. He settled into the chair with the ease of a being who had occupied thrones for eons, the weight of his presence pressing against THE Interstices with renewed dignity.

Across from him, Noah didn’t immediately speak, his focus remaining entirely on the golden pages before him.

The scene was one of glorious, quiet power. With every stroke of the pen, infinite swirling galaxies of Absolute Seals erupted from the tip, orbiting Noah’s hand in a storm of linguistic authority. He wrote calmly, drafting Embodiments and Apophasis that crackled with the potential to reshape reality, the scratch of the pen on the golden paper being the only sound in the vast silence.

Eventually, the silence became too heavy for the newly bound Absolute to bear. Amser leaned forward, his ancient face illuminated by the radiance of Noah’s work.

"I sought you in Ginnungagap because I felt someone moving across time who may not understand the dangers involved in doing so," Amser said, his voice holding the weight of eons of chronological stewardship.

"I sensed multiple movements. Each time, I waited for existence to unravel, for the threads of causality to fray beyond repair. But it never happened. I thought that maybe, the one involved was truly proficient enough with time to avoid disaster. But maybe it was something else entirely."

Noah didn’t stop writing. He didn’t even look up, though his hand slowed just enough to let the ink settle into a particularly complex Apophasis.

"The past is the past, and it will never change," Noah replied, his voice calm and imperious, carrying a resonance that made the gray void tremble.

"It is a self-contained causality cycle where travel to the past does not change history because the actions taken there... were ALWAYS part of that history. You and I simply did not know it."

He finally looked up, his ancient-young eyes locking onto Amser’s. "Days ago, I did not know that I would be in Ginnungagap eons before this, even though it had already happened. I simply closed that loop of time when I actually experienced it afterwards. Time flows as an unchangeable line where all events, including temporal traversal, are set in stone. My traversals across time were part of what created the timeline we remember. You never caught me during my earlier traversals when I was at my weakest... why?"

HUUM!

The sound of the pen tapping against the desk echoed like a thunderclap. Noah stopped writing, his posture straight and demanding an answer. In both of their eyes, Undifferentiated Temporal Infinity buzzed, a shared language between a master and a subordinate who both held the keys to time.

Amser Modred’s eyes flashed with a heavy, leaden solemnity. He realized then the true depth of the trap he had been in long before the infection ever touched him.

"My Temporal authority and weavings... were always under your First Tongue," Amser whispered.

"They always had been, and they were always going to be. We... just did not know it. I... did not know it. I never caught you because... I never planned on it. You... never permitted it."

BOOM!

The realization of temporal fuckery hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. Noah smiled brilliantly, a look of profound calculation crossing his features as he leaned back against his throne. The paradox was perfect; it was a masterpiece of existence even as, well...even he did not know it before now!

Amser Modred, however, looked much more affected, his foundations trembling as he grappled with the implications. "But if that is the case, why did I make that traversal across time to Ginnungagap? Why did the threads of my life pull me there if the hunt was never mine to win?"

Noah’s gaze turned sharp, his eyes filled with immense profundities. "Maybe you were never there for me. Remember your words about how you kept the infection, THE Primordial Mycelia, at bay. The past records who you were before the infection began. Every moment of your existence prior to contact remains inscribed in time."

He leaned forward, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial hum. "If this is actually a viable solution and you or I proceed to go through with it, we would need... past records of those infected. And one of the core infected beings I may try to restore... would be someone who had actually been in Ginnungagap at that time that you nor THE Primordial Chaos, who were seemingly there to get me, did not know was there. Someone that only THE Creature knew was there."

Amser Modred’s eyes opened wide, his purple temporal light fluctuating wildly. "Who?"

"THE Secretive Eon," Noah replied, his voice cold and steady. "That is the only point in time I met her, without knowing she was there. THE Primordial Mycelia has its roots within her. If I seek to restore her, I would think of obtaining her past records there. Maybe you... were never there for me to begin with, but for her. Maybe. Maybe. Or all of this is bullshit and I am wrong, who knows."

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