Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5218

Chapter 5218: Darkness! I

Existence breathes, and epochs pass, leaving Civilizations that become monuments, then crumble to memory, and are long forgotten when that breath comes again. In all these epochs, Infinity reigns supreme.

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What the fuck?!

This thought ran through Sororis Prima Prabhavati’s consciousness on continuous loop as she moved backward through the multicolored sea of the Wandering Territories with a franticness she would later refuse to admit had been franticness, because the monstrous thing that had appeared above her continued charging through everything she deployed against it even as hundreds of Gilded Ones materialized in the surrounding space.

She had thought Relictus immediately.

The thought had lasted approximately two seconds before her perceptual apparatus corrected her, because this thing carried no weavings of THE Primordial Source whatsoever. No obsidian depth beneath the surface.

No foundational substrate resonance that THE Relictus always broadcast through their presence like a geological feature announcing itself to nearby geology. What she sensed from it was Infinity.

Pure, dense, aggressive, incomprehensible Infinity.

Its Infinity felt different from any Infinity she had encountered in her eons of cultivation. Purer was the only word that arrived when she reached for vocabulary, and she did not like the word because purer implied that the Infinity she and every Gilded One she had ever known carried was a lesser version of the same substance, which was an implication she was not prepared to accept from a creature currently bleeding her crimson-gold across three light-years of Wandering Territories.

The Infinity also devoured everything surrounding it, pulling ambient Infinity inward the way a significant gravitational body pulled mass, and its power sat at a position within the Ordovician Paleozoic Scale that exceeded most Gilded Ones at that tier.

What was ridiculous, what elevated the situation from merely catastrophic to something that genuinely tested the structural limits of her composure, was how the singularities kept coming. The Beast of Infinity had begun releasing scorching projectiles from a position that should have been a fixed origin point, and yet the projectiles continued emerging endlessly from wherever he currently was, which was never the same position twice, because he moved through the engagement space with the specific disregard for fixed positioning.

The entire region had filled with projectiles that could injure Ordovician Paleozoic Scale entities, which meant that every Gilded One who had arrived to address the situation was currently moving carefully.

Which meant she was effectively alone with the pursuit.

"GET IT THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!"

She bellowed this with all the dignity she could manufacture while moving backward through light-years of multicolored sea, which was not very much dignity. The Beast of Infinity’s tail struck toward her with the patient repetition of a mechanism that did not get tired of striking, and she unleashed every Pulse she knew in sequences calibrated to build on each other’s effects and create defensive architecture that something at Ordovician Paleozoic tier should not have been able to simply consume and continue through.

He consumed them and continued through.

The only reason she remained alive was her training and her standing as a Superbius Gilded One from the Maharanis House. The Maharanis House had not produced weak progeny across its history, and whatever else was currently happening to her body and her pride, her foundations held because they had been built to hold under precisely the category of pressure that genuinely threatened them rather than the category of pressure that merely felt threatening.

She was royalty.

BOOM!

The Beast of Infinity charged apart another hundred unleashed Pulses, his multicolored scales absorbing the impacts with the disinterest of a surface that had been engineered against exactly this category of input, and he closed to meters away from her with the unstoppable momentum of a thing that had decided on its destination and found the intervening space mostly irrelevant.

"Hmph."

She did not deploy another Pulse as she had finally established synonymous communication.

Behind the Ira, Superbius Gilded Ones directed the configuration with the cold precision of beings who had made similar arrangements before! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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