Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4993

Chapter 4993: Finite III

THE Primordial Armor observed this scene with visor that communicated interest.

Massive gauntlets came together in what could only be described as applause, the sound booming across the corrupted Wastes with weight that made the crimson ring of fire flicker.

"How quaint."

The words emerged with amusement.

"Are these supposed to be reinforcements? More things for me to experiment with?"

Beowulf’s visor oriented toward THE Infiniverse with attention that made Noah’s anger transform into something colder.

"In that one..."

The armored titan pointed toward THE Infiniverse with shining interest.

"On that one, I also sense Infinity and a bit more. What a work of wonder."

The helm tilted.

"This will certainly work even better."

HUUM!

THE Primordial Armor moved.

The massive form that had been content to demonstrate and mock and establish the gap between Scales now surged into motion with speed that should have been impossible for something so vast. Its massive hand reached toward Noah and everyone around him, toward RUINATION and THE Infiniverse and Alexander and Skoll and the army of Absolutes that surrounded them all.

Noah looked at the hand of this massive entity at THE Second Scale of Existence.

His eyes burned with defiance that had not dimmed despite everything he had witnessed. His foundations blazed with Countable Infinity that meant nothing against something operating on fundamentally different levels of reality. His army stood ready to defend him against an assault they could not defend against.

And yet what could he do?

At such a time, a voice reached his awareness.

It was deep and heavy and filled with frustration that bordered on disgust!

"This is...maddening to watch."

The voice did not seem to come from any direction. It simply existed within his perception, present without source, heard without origin.

"You hold Infinity in our Observable Existence. You hold an endless sea."

A pause that communicated exasperation beyond what words could express.

"Why do you keep channeling it through a straw? Why?"

The frustration intensified.

"Bah. I am leaving. I cannot watch this anymore."

...!

The voice faded as quickly as it had appeared.

Noah heard it as the presence departed, and something about its cadence, something about it reminded him immensely of THE Mnemonic Leviathan.

But the content of those complaints resonated within him!

He looked at the incoming hand of THE Primordial Armor.

Channeling an endless sea through a straw.

The words pulled forth something he knew but did not know. Something he understood but did not understand. Something that had lingered in the back of his mind since the moment he first touched Infinity, a truth he had never allowed himself to fully face.

HUUM!

His existence began to buzz with recognition that trembled through his foundations.

At this time, he was forced to face it.

In this moment of unprecedented danger where many things were at stake, in the face of an impossible enemy, in the presence of those who had come to stand beside him despite his commands otherwise, he had to face it.

The answer was Infinity.

He had thought this when he came here. He had believed it with everything he was. His authority was endless. His potential was unlimited. His power extended in sequences that would never terminate.

But there was something he feared.

He always knew it, lurking beneath the surface of his consciousness like something he could not bear to examine directly. But he could never bring himself to think of it, much less say it. He entirely blocked it within his mind and psyche, walling it away behind certainties and achievements and the accumulated weight of everything he had accomplished.

He was without Fear or Doubt.

And yet on this one thing, he was fearful to even admit it. It was paradoxical.

It felt like a violation of who he was to think it. It felt like it would break his very Civilization if he thought it, much less say it. The words seemed dangerous in ways that THE Second Scale did not, threatening in ways that Primordial Architects could never match.

But at this moment, he knew he had to.

He was afraid of the outcome as it was the one unknown of his existence, but that outcome might be exactly what he needed right now. Maybe. Maybe!

"I have Infinite Mana."

"I have laid the Claim to THE First Tongue."

"And yet I... I..."

HUUM!

DUM!

DUM!

"I... Am Not Infinite."

BOOM!

"I...Am Finite."

...!

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