Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5145

Chapter 5145: Go Wild! II

Even sitting on a makeshift throne of Infinity with his head leaned back, he looked fucking majestic.

Emotive had been staring at her Fixation for the last few minutes while he closed his eyes, and she had not spared even a single nanosecond of her attention to the Primordial Architect beside them. Naldine. The woman who kept looking at her coldly with those ridiculous singularity-dotted eyes. Whatever. Whatever. Naldine could look at her all she wanted. Naldine could stare until her golden-streaked hair turned white!

Emotive was busy. Emotive had better things to be doing with her precious seconds than returning that cold gaze.

She had been spending all her precious seconds looking at him.

She was not sitting still while she looked, of course.

He had told her very plainly that she was only a tool. He had told her in the clearest possible way, and she understood how easily tools could be discarded when they no longer had uses. She had discarded tools of her own across her eons. She had discarded beings, emotions, entire phases of her existence, the moment they stopped serving whatever she had needed them for. She knew how it worked from both sides of the exchange. So she was not sitting still. She was working. She was always working now.

When it came to her own power, like any other being, she had always known she could be powerful. She had always known she had a lot of potential. Every being believed that about themselves. Every being carried some version of the conviction that their latent capacity exceeded their current expression. Most beings were wrong about it. Most beings were overestimating.

But she wasn’t.

She wasn’t, she wasn’t, she wasn’t! Getting the confirmation and affirmation that the aspect she was most in tune with, that her very identity was based around, was the exact aspect the most powerful beings actively amplified in themselves. Anh! It made her conviction grander. It made her confidence grander. It made everything in her grander. She grew bolder. She grew crazier!

Crazier in the good way, the useful way, the way that gave her hands to work with rather than just feelings to drown in.

And she had been working.

She had already tapped into all the amplified Egos of every single Primordial Architect in THE Wyld.

Every single one.

Even this woman next to her who kept looking at her coldly. Naldine Manthon, yes, that Naldine, saturated with her Fixation’s brilliance.

Emotive could feel Naldine’s emotions perfectly clearly right now, and she had been quietly tapping into their power this whole time. Naldine had no idea. Naldine, with all her imperious composure and her ancient vihuela and her transformation, did not know she was being siphoned from while she stood there frowning at the manic little woman on the nearby wave! And she was not losing any power as what Emotive was siphoning was not her power...but the intensity of her emotion!

Such a thing should have been impossible. But emotions, while amplified, were one of the hardest things to understand or defend against. Most beings didn’t even perceive them as a vector of attack. Most beings thought emotions were background noise.

For her, emotions were architecture. Emotions were engineering. Emotions were the rivers, and the intensity of these rivers fed her. So long as someone felt, and they felt intensly, she could feed!

She had formed nearly all of her Proterozoic Bones and Organs through this quiet siphoning across the last minutes. Common Calymmian Proterozoic Scale beings were manageable for her now.

But she knew it wasn’t enough.

Not yet. Not yet. Not yet!

Her methodology was simple, and the simplicity was what made it so terrifying. She tapped into any advancement made within particularly emotional existences. Any leap in cultivation. Any breakthrough. Any refinement of an Ego that had just been amplified to new thresholds. Whenever a being’s emotions surged intensly during a moment of power-growth, their emotional weavings flared into her perception like a beacon, and she reached through those weavings and siphoned a current of intensity.

The most useful targets were beings with amplified Egos, because their emotional weavings were thicker, denser, more saturated with the kind of signal that carried power alongside feeling. The engineered Primordial Architects of THE Wyld were nearly perfect donors for her methodology. Their Greeds and Prides and Wraths and Lusts roared through the ambient emotional field so loudly that she could drink from them from across gigaparsecs.

The most terrifying thing was how silent it was, because she wasn’t doing anything herself. She wasn’t attacking anyone. She wasn’t reaching out with hostile weavings. She wasn’t declaring intent or announcing her presence in any of the registers that powerful beings monitored. She was only tapping into emotions, and emotions were everywhere, and emotions belonged to nobody and everybody at once, and her presence inside the emotional substrate was indistinguishable from the substrate itself.

She was a fish in water that other fish didn’t notice was hungry.

As she was thinking all of this, her Fixation opened his eyes.

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh!

His eyes had come to a decision. Emotive had seen many indecisive men across her eons, too many, honestly. Her Fixation was not one of them. His eyes held the clean clarity of a being who had weighed options and had already moved past the weighing into execution.

She waited for him to assert his authority first. That was the correct order of operations. A tool did not speak before its wielder. A tool did not even breathe before its wielder unless the breathing served some purpose the wielder had already sanctioned. So she waited, her hair holding steady in a disciplined gold.

He looked at her. Then at Naldine.

"Alright. We’re going to go a little wild."

His voice carried the calm confidence she had come to associate with his best moments.

"We don’t have to worry about Gilded Ones turning their gaze in our direction."

...!

Ah!

Look at the fucking confidence of this guy to say such words as if he knew and understood them with complete surety!

"Are you sure?"

"How can you be so certain?"

"Sir."

"I have the updated locations of all eighty-one Primordial Architects participating in the Civilizational Holy War. All of them. Whenever you want to see it, I can deliver it."

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