Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5491

Chapter 5491: Peril! II

The crimson eyes did not blink.

They curved with that devilish delight as the colossal shadow above the nest finally lowered itself into full view, and the sight of it pressed down on every existence present like a hand closing slowly around a throat!

It was a Serpent.

A massive, monstrous Serpent whose body coiled around the entire rim of the nest and kept going, scales of deep obsidian-green layered like shields of a drowned armory as over this armored skin, rivers of Infinity and THE Primordial Source circled and slithered like obedient snakes of their own. They did not rage. They did not resist. The two grandest essences of existence moved over this being’s body the way tamed things moved, and that obedience said more than any roar could!

And its power...

Noah felt his existence buzz as he gauged the pressure rolling off of it. It was more suffocating than even Ryaenara. The strongest being of their party, and the thing smiling down at them right now outweighed her aura the way a sea outweighed a river.

His body pulsed. His breath came heavier.

And what rose in him was not dread, but excitment!

How long had it been? How long since he stepped into a place where his senses screamed at him like this, where the very air promised that the beings here could actually end him?

Ah. It had been too long. This Dimension of Existence held dangerous things all around, and he found that he was actually looking forward to it. It would be hard. It would be painful, even. But he was ready.

So he looked up gloriously and without fear at the monstrous thing smiling down at them.

"I was wondering what was drawn into this little nest here." The Serpent’s voice rolled through the heavy air, deep and rich and horribly pleased with itself, the voice of a being that had never once been interrupted. "I did not expect all of you. Haha... many is good. Many is very good. I can offer all of you to Jarl Erling without worry."

Jarl Erling.

A name, dropped carelessly, as this being spoke about offering True Lifeforms to someone the way a farmhand spoke about delivering grain. Noah’s Sight pressed against the ancient composition above as Ruination worked alongside him, and information began to settle.

|Master, readings on the being above us.|

|Designation: Ormarr Grimtunge. True Lifeform. Intent: THE Ananke Intent of THE Inevitable Coil. His Trueness is seamless, and his Intent is of the second order, inevitability itself, expressed through constriction. What his coils close around does not escape as a matter of law.|

|Pantheon: THE Hoard of the World-Coil. From its weavings, he does not merely hold records within it. He holds beings. Collected, coiled, and kept.|

...!

A True Lifeform with an Ananke Intent, whose Pantheon was a hoard of living things!

| I have gauged the surrounding weavings and run every probability available to me. This True Lifeform intends to attack and imprison all of us within the next 3 nanoseconds. Certainty: 99%.|

"A True Lifeform is our welcoming party... let’s enjoy it!"

HUUM!

"Haha... me? A welcoming party?" Ormarr Grimtunge loomed closer as the rivers of Infinity coiled faster over his scales, his crimson eyes drinking in their risen auras the way a merchant drinks in fresh stock. "You fuckin scrubs. Let me introduce you properly then, and remind you of what you are. You are not guests. You are not challengers. You... are only merchandise. Little Prisoners!"

BOOM!

"Discombobulate."

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