Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5493

Chapter 5493: I Will Lounge! II

|The full fusion has settled.|

|Designation of this form: THE Quintessential Confluence. Three True Lifeforms, one existence. Within it, all grades of your existence are raised by one. Your Osmontian Source Infinity, your Egoic Intent, your Volume, Output, and Trueness, and all nine Foundations now stand and function a full rank above their true grades for the duration of the fusion.|

|Offensive capability: THE Osmontian Dimensional Barrage. The Pantheon can now condense Miniature Osmontian Dimensional Observable Existences, whole miniature realms formed from its fabric, each one seeded with your Infinite Cause and all your other Causes converted into pure destruction. Each miniature Observable Existence carries the weight and immensity of THE Infiniverse, the string-guidance of my Intent, and the crushing authority of your Causes as they detonate with the death of a realm behind every impact. Woven into each is the gaze of THE Pinion Vigil, Sanity Flaying and Intent Perception Overload lashing all struck enemies, and the pull of THE Estuary, bleeding their weavings toward you with every detonation. You are no longer a being who casts techniques. You are a dimension that throws its own realms...|

|Defensive capability: THE Osmontian Dimensional Auras of THE Infiniverse. The Pantheon can conjure layered auras of its own dimensional law around you and any you designate. Anything seeking passage through these auras faces a single demand written into their weavings: present a Cause grander than THE Infiniverse herself, or be refused. Attacks below that threshold do not weaken against the auras, Master. They are simply denied, as one dimension refusing entry to lesser laws.|

...!

Prompts of majesty and wonder bloomed!

Noah read them as golden sand swirled lazily around his feet, and he reached out to grab onto Emotive’s body, pulling her close as she squealed with visible excitment, her manic eyes darting over every inch of his transformed figure and the thousands of realms beyond as if she couldn’t decide which part of his power to adore first!

Behind him, the golden sands rose!

They spiraled upward and condensed, dune folding upon dune as a throne formed itself grain by grain, vast and gleaming and shaped from the dreams of a living dimension, and Noah sat down upon it grandly as he pulled Emotive onto his lap, one arm around her waist while his layered eyes gazed out through his Pantheon’s edge at the distant coils of the Serpent!

Then he spoke, and his voice carried through every realm at once.

"I have been thinking about what it means to be true to one’s identity ever since existence handed me a crown. And I have arrived at a simple answer. A True Human Emperor should act like exactly what he is." His crimson-gold hair drifted in the dimensional winds as his smile curved, devilish and regal in equal measure.

"I have spent my whole existence lifting my own hands. Every enemy, every era, every grave. Fists, blades, Letters, wings. And that was correct, for a climber. But I am not merely a climber anymore, am I? An Emperor’s truth is not that he can fight. It is that he does not have to!"

The thousands of realms of THE Quintessential Pantheon of THE Infiniverse began to glow, miniature Observable Existences condensing across the golden skies in the hundreds like a harvest of burning domains waiting to fall!

"So for my first true act in this Dimension, I will live true to my identity. I will lounge on this throne without lifting even a hand, and take on...a True Lifeform!"

He leaned back into the golden throne, Emotive curled delightedly against him, and at that moment, the visage of THE True Human Emperor looked like nothing so much as a regal devilish demon crowned in a dimension of his own!

"Ruination. Infiniverse. Bombard this fucker with Dimensional Observable Existences for me."

...!

HUUM!

The first Miniature Osmontian Dimensional Observable Existence launched from the golden skies of Noah’s Pantheon like a star being hurled by the hand of a living dimension.

It was a sphere of condensed cerulean brilliance no larger than a man’s fist, and yet within it churned the weight of an entire realm as Noah’s Infinite Cause and all his other Causes were converted into pure destruction, THE Pinion Vigil’s gaze woven into its fabric alongside the pull of THE Estuary as it screamed across the distance between the golden sands and the coiled Serpent!

BOOM!

The layered auras bloomed across the Pantheon’s edge like walls of living law as the incoming Intent struck them and was met with a single demand: present a Cause grander than THE Infiniverse herself.

"Again," he said.

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