Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5070

Chapter 5070: Melody! I

The screams of a Primordial Architect echoed out across existence.

After a certain point, Noah found them to be akin to a melody. The pitch varied with each manipulation Alexander performed upon those crimson vessels of suffering, rising when Delta-Threads were stimulated, falling when C-Fibers carried their slow burning anguish through pathways that had been designed to transmit rather than receive.

There was rhythm to it. There was almost music in the way Beowulf’s voice broke and reformed and broke again across spans of subjective time that compressed eternities into moments.

It was a symphony of revenge, and Noah served as its maim audience while Alexander conducted.

In the corner of his eyes, he could observe crimson gold blood flying every time Alexander tugged on the network of Existential Nociceptors. The fluid painted nearby regions of the destroyed battlefield in hues.

Droplets hung suspended in the air where Beowulf’s suppression field had once frozen rain, now replaced by frozen blood that would eventually fall when authority permitted gravity to remember its function.

A heavy smell hung in the air.

The smell of a Second Scale entity being unmade receptor by receptor, thread by thread, fiber by fiber!

Oh!

Noah breathed it in without discomfort.

The only thing he had done since anchoring Beowulf was wave his hand to collect what had fallen when the Primordial Architect’s hammer exploded. The Proterozoic Bone that had formed the backbone of that weapon now rested in his grip, held by THE Hadean Hand of Infinite Grasp with pressure that would not permit escape. The crimson obsidian material buzzed against his transformed palm, vibrating with frequencies of rejection.

Noah did not care about its rejections.

He thought instead about the dangerous future ahead and the words of THE Secretive Eon.

Now, he was just told by Eon how his life was very much hanging by a thread. Existence was vast and terrible and populated by hierarchies he had never known existed. There were monsters who had been alive trillions of years beyond his lifetime, beings who operated according to Designations that classified him as something lesser before he had ever been born.

THE Bounded. That was what he was. That was what THE Creature was. That was what every being he had encountered in Observable Existence was, apparently, with the sole exception of Eon herself and others he had yet to meet or even know they exist.

He had to be a bit bold to make sure he would not be curbstomped.

He had to be a bit crazy.

Because as much as he did not want to sit with the implications, he had been told that his desecration of Eon, a Gilded Lifeform, through the Quintessence Infiniforce permeating her existence was bound to get him extinguished. They would find out. They would come. They would end him for the transgression of reaching beyond his Designation, for daring to touch what THE Bounded were never supposed to touch.

If this was truly the case, Noah could not only dismiss it or tyrannically declare that he would not give up on the access he had gained through Eon. Defiance was necessary, but defiance alone was insufficient. He had to have actual planning on how to survive should that time come. He had to understand what he was dealing with, what made THE Gilded different from THE Bounded, what Existential Engineering had been applied to separate one form of life from another.

The biggest thing remained the very connection with Eon.

He felt like if he let it go, he would lose something he might never grasp again. The Observable force flooding into him through those pathways was merely the most obvious benefit. There was more. There had to be more. Understanding that more was essential to surviving what was coming!

"Ruination, are you able to study the existence of THE Secretive Eon with the Quintessence Infiniforce permeating throughout her? I want to see what Existential Engineering makes her Gilded and the rest of us not. I want to know the difference."

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