Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4965

Chapter 4965: That One Percent IV

Of all the pivotal events that ushered in THE First Age of Infinity, none proved more consequential than a conversation between a young one and an old one in the twilight reaches of Alfheimr.

What followed was inevitable. Chaos, in its pride, went forth to confront Unity.

From that confrontation, an unfathomable darkness bloomed. It spread across Observable Existence with weight that made THE Infinite Unfurling seem a gentle awakening.

But darkness, no matter how unfathomable, exists only to give way to brilliance.

And the brilliance that emerged from those depths exceeded anything that came before. It had to. For that is the nature of Adversity. That is the purpose of struggle. That is why the young one allowed the old one to walk toward a fate that could have been avoided.

Some lessons cannot be taught. They must be lived.

Some brilliance cannot emerge without darkness to precede it.

—THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons

Entry VII: On the Collision of Fundamentals,

Recorded by THE Genesis Monarch

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In THE Agora of Primordial Judgment.

Noah’s Absolute body of Infinite Hunger stood with stellar crimson brilliance that painted the ancient forum in shades of blood and conquest. His form was adorned in a crimson-blue emperor’s robe that flowed with patterns suggesting appetite given visual form, the fabric shifting between colors as if it couldn’t decide whether to consume or command.

This was the body that held his Derivative Civilization of Infinite Hunger at Absolute Depth.

This was the body that burned with appetites that finite existence could never satisfy.

Beside him stood THE Primordial Paradox, surrounded by obsidian-gold Paradoxes that flickered between states of being and not-being simultaneously. His brilliant features held none of their usual intellectual detachment. His gaze was cold as he looked at THE Secretive Eon and the four Strategoi standing behind her.

Glossikos. Khaotikos. Ontikos. Paradoxos.

The four Strategoi who had once represented the pillars of THE Agora’s authority now stood in synchronized formation behind the slender woman who had claimed them. Their eyes held the calm of beings who no longer questioned their purpose. Their postures held the readiness of those who knew exactly what was coming.

Noah’s gaze flickered at this time.

He looked up.

As if he could see something coming that nobody else could perceive. His crimson eyes fixed on a point in the sky above THE Agora with intensity that exceeded casual observation.

THE Secretive Eon noticed his upward gaze but did not follow it. Instead, she spoke with voice that carried the warmth of someone genuinely confused by the hostility she faced.

"We truly don’t seek an antagonistic relationship."

Her words settled across THE Agora with weight that pressed against everyone present.

"Even you, after all you have done against us, after you have taken away Temporal from us when he was so close to salvation... we don’t really hate you."

Her expression held something that might have been sadness. Something that might have been pity.

"We just wonder how we can help you see."

She looked toward Noah as she said this, and seeing his gaze still fixed upward as if he was looking for something, she only continued!

"We know Civilization has at its core, working together. One day, in the near future, I hope for you all to remember this. That whatever may come, the ultimate goal is to work together."

Her voice grew softer.

"Even you, THE Youngest of THE Five. You could understand all of this right now if you so choose."

She took a step toward him.

"You have your Infinities that make you immune, yes? Take my hand. Let me just show you how the rest of us feel when we have countless Civilizations connected. Your Infinities will still protect you, yes?"

Her hand extended toward Noah with gesture that seemed genuinely inviting.

"So just give me your hand to show you. It would make things so, so clear."

...!

THE Secretive Eon stretched her hand out toward Noah.

And Noah did not even look down to see it.

His crimson eyes remained fixed on the sky above THE Agora, on the point where something vast was approaching with speed that exceeded comprehension. When he spoke, his voice carried weight they could not fully grasp.

"All actions are choices. There is no going back if you do this. It will be... all out war."

HUUM!

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