Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5151

Chapter 5151: Calamity! II

The white mountain rose from the white sea like a knuckle pressed up through a bed of snow.

Its slopes caught the pale light of the ambient authority that flowed through this corner of THE Wyld, the stone of it a polished ivory that had never weathered.

On a broad stone terrace halfway up the mountain’s southern slope, three Primordial Architects occupied the moment.

Two of them were sparring.

Both operated at the Calymmian Tier of THE Proterozoic Scale. One stood tall and narrow, his skin a deep bronze that held faint geometric scarring across his shoulders and arms. His Axiom was a long curved blade of compressed Observable Force that hummed with a low crimson undertone as he moved. His opponent was squat and powerful, his body built in the proportions of an old wrestler refined across centuries into something more dangerous.

The squat one fought with his hands and feet alone, his palms glowing with a concentrated green authority that left afterimages in the pale air.

They exchanged strikes across the terrace with the unhurried cadence of beings who had sparred many times before and who no longer needed to take the sparring particularly seriously.

The third Primordial Architect sat on a carved stone bench at the edge of the terrace, watching.

He was the largest of the three, his frame broad and long, his robes the deep violet of his house colors. His name was Thrasios of the Tenth Descent, and he had been designated for the Civilizational Holy War some hours ago. He was confident. He was not worried!

His voice carried across the terrace with amused ease.

"Why are you even bothering to spar? Both of you, seriously, why? This is just a minor Civilizational Holy War where the allies of THE Infinity-bearer are likely not even at the Second Scale. The man is so young, so impossibly young by our standards, that his closest followers cannot have crossed into any meaningful classification yet. His designated eighty-one are going to walk into those Isolated Civilizational Arenas as little insects. We will walk in as ourselves."

He stretched his long arms along the back of the bench.

"And anyway, THE Deliverance has given us our instructions already. Kill half. Leave the other half alive as prisoners, so that he may control the anomaly through his hold on those the anomaly cares about. Eighty-one of us enter the arenas, forty-one of his people become corpses, forty of his people become leverage, and THE Infinity-bearer either bends to our collective will or watches those he loves suffer in ways he will never forget. It is a clean plan. It does not require preparation."

He laughed softly.

"So why spar? You’ll barely lift your hand to squash an insignificant ant, and then you’ll be on your way to collect your prisoners. Save the exertion for when the exertion matters. Bahaha."

The tall one smiled slightly at the joke and lowered his curved Axiom blade.

The squat one grinned and let his green palms dim.

And before either of them could formulate a reply, a voice echoed across the terrace that belonged to none of them.

"Man, you all have really bad fucking timing."

THE Living Emotive’s voice rolled out of the ambient air with a cold edge that did not match the manic singsong she usually carried.

"Why say that about THE Sir’s people just as he appears? The way you will die now will be really really bad. I was hoping to watch something less brutal today, maybe a clean execution, maybe a quiet collapsing. But no. You had to open your mouth about this..."

...!

Noah manifested beside her a breath later.

He did not announce his arrival with theatrical flare. He simply was there, floating at a casual height above the carved terrace, his fair skin holding its gentle internal glow, his hair radiating its multicolored light in slow pulses!

His gaze was cold as he looked down at the three Primordial Architects on the terrace with the specific flat attention of a being who had already decided how the next few minutes would proceed and who saw no reason to rush toward the resolution.

The three Primordial Architects reacted with the speed of beings who had not expected any company.

Thrasios rose from his bench in a single fluid motion, his violet robes settling around him as his hand extended toward the authority he carried in his personal weavings. The tall one spun his curved blade into a guard position, his bronze skin blazing as he summoned his Proterozoic Bones into illuminated activation. The squat one dropped into his combat stance, both palms flaring with green Civilizational authority.

All three of them began to buzz with power!

And all three of them felt their bodies freeze in the next moment.

The Infinity within them, the seas of it that filled their Proterozoic foundations and fed their amplified Egos, came under the control of another.

Thrasios’s extended hand locked mid-motion. His violet robes held their half-settled position!

Their Civilizations stopped responding to their conscious commands!

Their Infinity held still.

Their bodies were not theirs anymore.

Noah drifted down slowly toward the terrace.

He stopped inches above the carved stone in front of the three frozen Primordial Architects. His presence pressed close to them, close enough that they could feel the cold radiating from his gaze without him needing to exert any deliberate pressure.

Their eyes were the only things still free to move. Their eyes darted between each other and toward him, carrying the first traces of dread as the implications of their sudden immobility settled into the animal layer of their awareness.

Noah looked at Thrasios specifically.

"You were going to kill half of my people."

His voice was quiet.

"And enslave the other half."

"My mother. My son. My lovers. The people I spent years and months building with. The ones who trusted me enough to follow me into a Cause that had no guarantees. Is that what you were going to do? Split them into corpses and leverage, and then walk away?"

Thrasios’s eyes tried to widen. The frozen muscles of his face did not cooperate!

Noah’s coldness flashed into brutality.

He took control of their bodies directly, through the network of Infinity he had already seized within each of them!

Their arms. Their legs. The authority of their Proterozoic Bones. Everything that operated through Infinity as its substrate was now operating through his!

He turned them on each other.

The tall one’s curved Axiom blade filled with golden Observable Force and rivers of blue infinity moved first.

It came down out of its frozen guard position and arced across the terrace in a motion the tall one had not commanded. The blade traveled with the full weight of the tall one’s Calymmian cultivation behind it. It struck Thrasios across the shoulder and split his violet robes and his bronze skin down to the white of exposed Proterozoic Bone!

"Brutality is strange, Thrasios. Thrasios, right? That is what infinity is telling me."

"Most beings think of brutality as an overflow. An excess of violence beyond what the situation requires. They believe brutality reveals something disordered in the brutal one, some failure of restraint, some collapse of the civilized veneer that separates the refined from the savage. But really...Brutality is a message. Brutality is what one does when one wants the specific meaning of the violence to be unmistakable."

He gestured with his free hand toward the two mush corpses on the terrace. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"Ordinary killing communicates only that the killer could. Brutality communicates why. The way a body is arranged after it has been ended tells the survivors what grievance produced the ending. The slow ones say the grievance was old. The loud ones say the grievance was public. The intimate ones say the grievance was personal. And when brutality is used against beings who had planned brutality of their own, it is a form of correction. A closing of the ledger in the exact vocabulary the opener had chosen."

"You were going to split my mother from my son. You were going to kill one of them and chain the other. That is...brutal."

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