Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5231

Chapter 5231: Oblivion II

Vaeltharion’s ancient eyes did not change.

He raised his hand.

A judicial one, the specific gesture of a being whose authority did not require amplification through theatrical delivery.

"O Prime Causes."

His voice carried the specific resonance of a being speaking to the substrate of existence rather than to the beings standing in it, addressing the foundational truths directly through three integrations that sat at Silurian Paleozoic depth.

"Bind this poor soul. Do not have mercy. No...mercy."

BOOM!

It unfolded from the intersection of his three Cause integrations and the collective Cause authority of every Sororis Prima behind him, pulling simultaneously from their individual foundations and from the enormous Cause reserves of the nine Ragnars whose Prime Cause integrations contributed their full weight to the technique without being asked, the mass-produced architecture of their existence having been built from the beginning to serve exactly this kind of combined deployment.

The ability did not arrive as a projectile.

It arrived as a new arrangement of the surrounding space.

Obsidian-gold light bloomed outward from Vaeltharion’s raised hand in a configuration that did not move through the air so much as it replaced the air, the brilliant dark gold spreading across every coordinate simultaneously in a sphere that commenced small and expanded across the next several seconds into a structure that covered gigaparsecs of Observable Existence, its surface shining with the specific quality of something that was not merely blocking what was outside it but actively preventing the concept of outside from being relevant to what was within.

The name drifted to Noah’s perception through Pillow Talk’s final functioning moments as the structure completed itself around him.

THE Sepulchre of Extinguished Causes.

It sealed shut with a sound that was not a sound but the specific sensation of absolute enclosure, and then there was nothing.

No multicolored fire. No burning sky. No nine Ragnars. No Vaeltharion. No roaring of thousands of Gilded One foundations engaging against his Tongue’s administration of their vectors.

Nothing.

Noah could not see anything. He could not feel the ambient Infinity that had been flowing through THE Wandering Territories. He could not feel the Primaris Bond connection to Ubergulden Adelheid.

He could not feel the thread connecting him to his body in THE Sanctum Velanthra or the body aboard the Ubergulden vessel. He could not feel his own crown above his head or his own tail behind him or his own scales against the non-existent air of the non-existent space he was contained in.

He could not even feel his thoughts complete themselves.

The sentence that began inside his consciousness would reach its midpoint and then the midpoint’s continuation was not there, the thought unable to communicate its second half to the consciousness that had produced its first half, the internal dialogue severed at every attempt with the specific quality of a signal being cut rather than a signal being blocked.

Then.

|— — — — — |

...!

The prompts were blank or had insufficient information! Ruination’s voice could barely be heard!

|WARNING —— — — — — — —|

|You are currently contained within — — THE Sepulchre of — — Extinguished — — Causes.|

|The technique draws simultaneously from — — three integrated Prime Causes at — — Silurian Paleozoic depth, the — — collective Cause authority of — — twelve Sororis Primas, and — — —the combined Prime Cause — — reserves of nine — — — Ragnar-designation Gilded Ones — —|

|Effects — — —total isolation from — — Observable Existence — — Infinity — — Observable Force — — Unobservable Force — — external consciousness — — internal consciousness — — your own weavings — — any clones — — any bodies — — anything bearing your — — |

|The prison contains — — endless undefinition — — which attacks the defined — — weavings of your existence — — seeking to unravel — — the cause of your — — being — — your Hadean engineering — — your Infinite Cause — — your — — |

|Timer — — — — |

|The primary mechanism of this — — technique’s terminal effect — — could not be fully established — — against your existence — — The Cognitio Cause integration — — and your — — relationship with Infinity — — has created — — a sliver — — of possibility that — — |

|The — — timer — — |

Vaeltharion lowered his hand. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

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