Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4970

Chapter 4970: Unity II

The cluster was shining brighter and brighter with every connection established.

THE Primordial Chaos at the center.

THE Secretive Eon beside him.

And all the unified beings around them, their Civilizations now linked through rivers of ordered chaos that carried possibility and potential to every corner of their shared existence.

As they were doing this, a sense of joy and euphoria spread across all of them!

Abaddon felt it most strongly.

The warmth was no longer just external. It flowed through his rivers and returned multiplied. It touched his chaos and made it feel purposeful. It filled the emptiness that had characterized his existence for eons and replaced it with belonging that exceeded anything he had imagined possible.

But moments later, the space trembled and shook.

Something had disturbed it.

The whiteness flickered with colors that shouldn’t have been present. The unified beings turned their attention toward a direction that the disturbance originated from. The joy and euphoria paused as awareness of external events pressed against their shared consciousness.

THE Primordial Chaos blinked.

"What is that?"

THE Secretive Eon looked out into the distance with expression that held annoyance mixed with fondness.

"One of our core future family members seems to have made some trouble again."

She tugged at his hand.

"Let’s go see."

...!

The vision of THE Primordial Chaos changed once more.

An instant later, he found himself in his home.

Jotunheim.

The Primordial Realm that he had claimed since before THE Infinite Unfurling spread out before him with grandeur that made his chaos swell with recognition. Mountains of crystallized entropy rose toward skies that held no single color but all colors simultaneously. Rivers of pure probability flowed through valleys where reality itself remained in constant flux.

And the Citadel of Giants dominated the landscape.

The grand structure rose from the center of Jotunheim with architecture that defied conventional understanding. Its walls were built from solidified chaos that shifted patterns even as it maintained structural integrity. Its towers reached heights that changed depending on the observer’s expectations. Its foundations extended into probability spaces that contained every possible configuration the citadel could ever take.

Within and around the citadel, many Jotuun lifeforms patiently cultivated.

They sat in meditative positions across platforms and courtyards and floating spaces that the citadel provided for their advancement. Their massive forms held still with concentration that exceeded their usually turbulent natures. Their eyes were closed. Their Civilizations were cycling through chaos that Abaddon had shared with them across eons of mentorship.

They were his people.

They were his family even before he understood what family could mean.

And now they were part of something larger.

He and THE Secretive Eon stood at the peak of the grand structure, at the highest point of the citadel where chaos concentrated with intensity that would unmake lesser beings. From here, they could perceive everything occurring in Jotunheim and beyond.

Currently, all of them were looking up.

THE Primordial Chaos was perceiving a change in the flow of existence around them. A change in energy and authority. A change in the Principles that weaved the surrounding existence. A change in the expression of THE First Tongue itself.

Something fundamental had shifted.

Something that touched the very architecture of how Civilizations expressed themselves.

"Fire..."

THE Primordial Chaos tried to utter the Phoneme of fire, wanting to test what he was perceiving.

"THE First Tongue...has become more paradoxical?"

"THE Youngest is on his rebellious phase right now."

"Making the weavings of THE First Tongue more paradoxical is only one of the things that he will do. Which is why a lot of things rest on your shoulders, Abaddon."

"We actually need your help to make our family complete."

"With you, with all the countless possibilities you hold, even if it is one in a trillion or one in a quintillion, there is a possibility of unity with Infinity. We need your help to lock on to that possibility and to make it a reality, so that we can gain the capability to bring THE Youngest into our family. You are the only one who can help us with this."

"So we can show him all of this." 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

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