Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5492

Chapter 5492: I Will Lounge! I

Noah, Emotive, and THE Infiniverse found themselves standing on flat ground filled with moss, mist, and darkness in all directions!

The moss below them was ancient and black-green, layered so thick that their feet sank into it like carpets woven over eons as the mist coiled around their figures in slow gray rivers that refused to disperse. Past the mist, darkness stretched out with no horizon to end it, and through this darkness...the sky raged!

Concentrated rivers of Infinity and THE Primordial Source tore across the heavens as if mad, blue and prismatic currents crashing against each other with none of the obedience they had shown over the Serpent’s scales! Here they were wild, unclaimed, furious, and from their collisions, a rain of both these authorities crashed down like a storm alongside something else.

Droplets of pure Infinity. Droplets of raw Primordial Source. And laced between both, droplets of a third essence Noah’s Sight could not name as it hissed against the moss and sank into the ancient ground!

What kind of place had weather made of the grandest authorities in existence? What was the third essence raining down beside them?

They were questions for later! Because above them, coiled through the raging sky, a familiar figure gazed down.

It was Ormarr, and yet it was less. This body was smaller and less imposing than the mountain of coils that had loomed over the nest, its crimson eyes dimmer, its pressure reduced from a sea to a heavy lake. A divided body! A fraction of the whole, sent to handle the fraction of them, and its cold smile said it found even this assignment generous.

"I’ve got the weakest ones separated here," Ormarr said, his voice rolling down through the storm. "You all should be the first to fall."

...The weakest ones?

Noah couldn’t help but smile at this as his existence buzzed and roiled with power, his Osmontian Biomass screaming to be used as he looked up at this being! Over two hundred thousand in reserve, a crown humming on his head, a living Pantheon breathing around his existence, and the storm-fed air of this Dimension still ticking wealth into him with every breath!

The weakest ones. He would remember that appraisal fondly.

"Before destruction, big guy, are you talkative?" Noah called up through the rain of authorities, his tone light as his eyes shone. "Do you want to tell us a few things about where we are and what’s around us? Any of those... Steeds of Those Who Remain nearby? Or THE Cursed Descendants themselves?"

Ormarr harrumphed, a sound like a hill collapsing!

"Don’t ask things when the answers will mean nothing to you. Be bound."

HUUM!

Obsidian-purple ropes unleashed from the Serpent’s body.

They poured out from between his scales in the dozens, then the hundreds, each one a woven cord of his Ananke Intent given form as inevitability was spun into bindings that snaked down through the raging sky! And Noah could already feel them constricting around him even before they arrived.

"Ruination."

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