Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5058

Chapter 5058: For All To See! II

The collision echoed across Observable Existence through illusory screens that spared no detail.

Countless beings witnessed the moment when THE Hadean Spear of Civilization met the hammer of Beowulf, THE Primordial Armor. They observed the flash of light, heard the horrid sound that accompanied the impact, and watched as a First Scale entity remained unmoved while a Second Scale entity’s weapon recoiled backward.

Their interpretations varied according to their understanding!

In a distant area.

"He was holding back," declared a Primordial Architect observing from a domain within THE Wastes. "Beowulf clearly underestimated his opponent and pulled his strike at the last moment. No First Scale being could genuinely block a Proterozoic attack."

Around him were 2 more Primordial Architects who nodded in agreement, finding comfort in logic that preserved the hierarchy they understood.

An even further distance away.

"Infinity... must be responsible," theorized an Undivided One watching from Prima Indifferentia. "Perhaps that authority created some manner of defensive barrier that absorbed the impact. The spear itself could not have been responsible."

These beings sought explanations that fit within frameworks they already possessed!

THE Second Scale was supposed to be unreachable from THE First Scale. The gap between them was supposed to be absolute. If what they witnessed contradicted these assumptions, then surely they had witnessed incorrectly. Surely there was context they lacked. Surely Beowulf had been caught by surprise, had not taken the confrontation seriously, had permitted this outcome through carelessness rather than inability.

The alternative was unthinkable!

The alternative meant everything they understood about power and progression was incomplete.

Among those who had spent eons striving toward THE Proterozoic Scale without success, different reactions emerged.

In a Niflheimr...

"If he can do it, perhaps I can as well," whispered an ancient being who had failed to form his Civilizational Anchor seventeen times across his existence. His eyes fixed upon the illusory screen with intensity that bordered on desperation. "Perhaps the gap is not as vast as we believed."

Hope bloomed in foundations that had long ago accepted limitation as permanent.

"Infinity changes everything," declared another, watching from a Primordial Realm where the Pluvial Epoch had continued transforming the landscape.

These beings observed the impact and saw possibility rather than anomaly. They did not understand what had occurred, but they understood what it might mean for their own futures. If THE First Scale could challenge THE Second Scale, then ceilings they had believed unbreakable might possess cracks they had never perceived.

Their hope was not entirely misplaced.

But it was not entirely accurate either.

Among those who had touched THE Proterozoic Scale themselves, who understood what that power actually meant, reactions were markedly different.

Smiles vanished from faces that had been amused moments before.

Expressions that had held condescension shifted into seriousness that pressed against their surroundings. Beings who had been observing casually, treating the broadcast as entertainment suddenly found themselves unable to look away.

In Prima Indifferentia, the obsidian figure with a single horn who had laughed at THE Creature’s display now observed through the same crack from which he had emerged before. His Proterozoic Bones shone with light that reflected the illusory screen’s brilliance, and his expression held none of the amusement it had contained previously.

In Jotunheim, where THE Primordial Paradox had only recently departed, the Chaos Giants carrying Abaddon’s listless body paused their procession to observe screens that rose from the transformed seas around them. THE Great Usurper, speaking through the giant whose body he had commandeered, said nothing at all as he only watched!

The truly knowledgeable did not rationalize.

They did not hope.

They understood.

Beings who had achieved THE Proterozoic Scale through their own effort, who had integrated Observable Or Unobservable forces into their Civilizations, who had forged Proterozoic Bones or Organs through methodologies spanning eons of careful cultivation, these beings recognized something in that impact that others could not perceive!

Beowulf had not held back.

His hammer had descended with the full force of a Rhyacian Proterozoic existence, channeled through a Proterozoic Bone that had been forged specifically for destruction. The crimson obsidian within that weapon had blazed with power that should have atomized any First Scale being it contacted. There had been no restraint. There had been no surprise!

There had been a genuine strike from a Second Scale entity intending to end a confrontation before it could properly begin.

And that strike had been deflected!

Not absorbed or redirected. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Deflected.

THE Youngest had met a Proterozoic attack with a weapon that should not have existed at THE First Scale, and he had knocked that attack away as if it were an inconvenience rather than an existential threat. The gap between Scales, that supposedly absolute chasm separating those who had achieved Civilizational Anchors from those who had not, had just been demonstrated to be significantly smaller than anyone had believed.

Or perhaps the gap remained exactly as vast as it had always been.

Perhaps THE Youngest simply stood in a different location than anyone had realized.

Many did not take their eyes away from the illusory screens for even a second.

They could not afford to.

Every moment of this confrontation contained information that might prove essential!

The illusory screens continued broadcasting across Observable Existence!

—

Beowulf was important, certainly.

But right now, Noah’s entire existence was going haywire as he felt like he had tapped into something almost as vast and grand as Infinity itself.

"You are angry? You have always been angry."

"You hold the Civilization of Armed Existence, and yet you have remained pathetically weak. As a Primordial Architect born of THE First Scale, you barely grasped THE Second Scale by working with Horus and two others in Prima Indifferentia."

"Now Horus is dead, and you are wondering if you might be next."

THE Hadean Existential Singularities.

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