Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4984

Chapter 4984: THE Beholder II

Two beings of tremendous authority clashing in ways that would reshape the regions around them.

THE Creature, who was old by the standards of complex life but young by THE Beholder’s measure. Horus, that Primordial Architect whose eyes had branded countless beings with crimson insignias of servitude. Their conflict would determine much about the current age, would establish hierarchies and eliminate possibilities and matter tremendously to everyone invested in the outcomes of such things.

THE Beholder turned his gaze away from that fight and did nothing.

He was only an observer. If he stared for too long, beings like Horus at THE Second Scale of Existence might sense his attention. And with how simple-minded such creatures were despite their power, they would want to know everything regarding him.

They would pursue answers and demand explanations and attempt to incorporate his existence into their frameworks of understanding. They would ruin his life of doing absolutely nothing, which was the only life he had ever wanted or needed.

Some of those that had inherited aspects of his weavings understood this truth. THE Mnemonic Leviathan, that vast repository of knowledge that hoarded information without acting upon it. THE Baboon of Wisdom, that ancient being who had gathered understanding across eons while carefully avoiding the application of that understanding toward any particular goal.

They held the same nature as him in diluted form, observers who encompassed tremendous knowledge and did nothing with it because doing nothing was its own form of existence.

He wondered what they were up to nowadays.

Probably nothing, if they had maintained their natures properly.

As he thought this, THE Beholder’s singular awareness turned toward a region of THE Wastes where an Undivided One and three Formless Terrors were about to engage in conflict. The Undivided One was massive, its form writhing with authority that would have impressed beings who cared about such things.

The Formless Terrors were ancient by the standards of complex life, their churning masses dense with absorbed corruption and Infinities from THE Prima Indifferentia.

THE Beholder’s gaze was disappointed as it settled upon them.

It was like watching lesser life forms do things with their weavings that were disappointing when they could be doing so much more. The Undivided One postured and threatened. The Formless Terrors hungered and prepared to consume. Neither understood what they truly were in the existential sense, what accidents of differentiation their existences represented, what brief flickers of complexity they embodied in the vast darkness of existence’s true duration.

His gaze was about to pass by them, to continue its drift toward other observations more worthy of his attention, when something unexpected occurred.

HUUM!

Existence flickered around the region.

From the corrupted Infinities permeating the area, from the blue-gold light that had spread across so much of Observable Existence in recent times, there was the emergence of a figure that made THE Beholder’s singular awareness sharpen with interest for the first time in quite a while.

A single man surrounded by Infinities.

And a dog.

THE Beholder observed the newcomer with the patient attention he had cultivated across billions of years of practice. The man was not particularly large by the standards of beings who valued size.

His form was humanoid in configuration, wrapped in blue-gold flames and orbited by Absolute Seals that spoke of tremendous authority. But what drew THE Beholder’s interest was not the man’s physical presence.

It was what burned within him.

Infinities. True Infinities, not the pale imitations that most beings called infinite when they really meant very large. These were expressions extending in sequences without termination, genuine endless progressions that echoed the nature of that age of nothingness when potential had no boundary. And mixed with those Infinities, weavings of Paradox that spoke of impossibilities made manifest, contradictions given form and function.

THE Beholder’s awareness processed what he observed with the detached analysis that characterized his nature.

This should be one of those that held the Keys of Civilization. THE First Tongue, if the linguistic architecture of his Infinities was any indication. And Paradox as well, though the paradoxical weavings seemed borrowed or shared rather than natively claimed.

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