Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4992

Chapter 4992: Finite II

The armored titan gestured broadly at the region surrounding them, at the corrupted Wastes that had become a prison the moment Noah entered it.

"It is like you had little Alexander there in one area of a burning fire, and you simply moved him to another area where you are standing."

A pause.

"You are now standing together, but so what?"

The visor oriented toward Noah with weight that pressed against his consciousness from across the distance between them.

"Infinity-bearer, you are still burning inside this endless ring of fire."

HUUM!

The sound resonated through existence itself as THE Primordial Armor raised both massive gauntlets toward the sky.

And then, for surrounding light years in every direction, a crimson fiery ring of undifferentiation rose from the corrupted Wastes and encircled absolutely everything.

The ring blazed with authority that made the corruption saturating this region seem mild by comparison. It stretched upward and outward until it formed a dome, a barrier, a prison of undifferentiation that enclosed Noah and his forces and Alexander and Skoll and everything else within its burning circumference. The crimson light cast shadows across the corrupted ground that seemed to writhe with hunger for anything that tried to pass through.

Nothing would leave this place without Beowulf’s permission.

Nothing would escape this ring of fire that had no gaps, no weaknesses, no angles that Infinite perception could find.

It was a devastating scene.

And yet amidst it all, Noah turned his attention back to Alexander.

He made sure Skoll was okay first, running his perception across the loyal companion’s reforming body until he confirmed that the deterioration had fully reversed and the very good boy was healing properly.

Then Noah looked at the Peacemaker.

His hands waved again, infusing multiple Absolute Everythings into Alexander’s shattered existence while the healing of the Vital Chorus Absolutes focused their green-gold-blue light upon the cellular fragments that still twitched with the aftermath of torture.

But even then, Alexander’s existence was barely being stitched together.

The damage Beowulf had inflicted was too intricate.

Absolute Primus Inevitabilities surrounded them like impenetrable shields.

But before the grand Primordial Architect who had torn through one hundred eighty-nine of them with a casual gesture, would they truly be of any use?

"..."

Noah looked at Alexander as the Peacemaker slowly healed beneath the combined authority being poured into his shattered form.

The man who had endured millions of years of torture rather than give Noah up was trembling. His segmented body shook with echoes of pain that even Infinite healing could not immediately erase, and his eyes, though still holding that defiance that had survived everything Beowulf inflicted, now also held something that looked like grief.

Noah held that gaze for a moment, something unspoken passing between them that words could not have carried.

Then he looked away from Alexander and toward Beowulf.

THE Primordial Armor waited at the center of its domain with patience that spoke of absolute confidence. The crimson ring of fire blazed around them. The corrupted Wastes pressed against their existence. The gap between THE First Scale and THE Second Scale stretched impossibly vast between the army of Absolutes and the single armored titan that had demonstrated their helplessness with casual efficiency.

In Noah’s mind, countless threads of Infinite Undifferentiated Fate swirled with possibilities that his perception was desperately trying to find.

How would he get out of this?

The options were few.

"No!"

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