Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5548

Chapter 5548: Lapse! I

The first attempt threw his focus backward! It was exactly as Damodred had promised and worse, a nuclear tempest of pure conceptual force going off inside his own being as his Causes slammed together too hard, at broken angles, the raw energy of the collisions finding nowhere clean to discharge as his whole existence shuddered under the strain as though it might tear apart!

He gritted his teeth, refusing to flinch, his eyes blazing with cerulean-crimson light as he spoke the mantra again!

"I AM OSMONT. I AM QUINTESSENTIAL. I AM HUMAN. I AM THE PROTAGONIST!"

HUUM!

The second attempt was better! The third better still! And somewhere in the reciting, as his Ananke Intent discovered how to align the reactive faces of one Cause directly into another, the chaotic detonations stabilized!

It became a rhythm.

A glorious, magisterial rhythm!

Eighteen Causes, nine of his own Prime Causes and nine First Causes of THE Steed, began to collide inside his existence under the three absolute conditions the titan had named! They crashed together at the right speed, at the right angle, and often enough to matter, over and over, and wherever they struck, they bloomed into glorious, cascading light.

Multicolored waves poured off the impacts, and multicolored strings sang out across his inner world, every wave and every string carrying a tremendous, ancient density that washed over the whole of his existence as the weight of ages pressed into him from within.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

It was like endless cosmic drums beginning to beat within his soul, a rhythm of perpetual collision without pause, and from every crash of Cause on Cause, the waves and strings spilled outward as though whole singularities were being born inside him with each passing nanosecond!

|You have grasped an ancient art unique to THE Laestrygonians. Analysis follows.|

|THE COLLISION OF CAUSES has begun. Rather than fusing your nine Prime Causes and the nine First Causes of THE Steed, you are now driving all eighteen into perpetual, structured collision, governed by frequency, energy, and orientation, commanded through THE Osmontian Tongue as your True Tongue.|

|Effect: with every passing second, you grow stronger. Not in one facet, but collectively, across the whole of your existence at once. Every collision feeds its benefit directly into you. All facets rise together, endlessly, for as long as the collision is sustained.|

|Secondary effect: the Osmontian Biomass cost of all future elevation is being reduced, and continues to fall the longer the art runs.|

|Warning retained for the record: this art carries perpetual internal adversity by design. It is the art for which THE Laestrygonians were driven to extinction. It empowers without limit and it costs without end.|

...!

Noah read every word in the prompts, a slow shake of his head accompanying the wonder moving through him even as the internal drums beat on and the ancient, multicolored waves kept washing through his existence!

He looked up at Damodred, his eyes gleaming with quiet, imperial dominance.

"Just where are you sitting, currently?" Noah asked, his voice ringing with declared power. "Show me your power."

HUUM!

Noah activated THE Protagonist’s Omniscient Regard!

Damodred bowed, the veil of severed hands dipping low toward the gray floor.

"Gladly, Master. Though I would have you understand, I hold but a fraction of what I wielded at my peak. Still. It is not nothing."

The Regard settled over the titan, and the Character Sheet bloomed in Noah’s vision like a monument of calcified history!

|CHARACTER SHEET|

|Designation: Damodred. Last of THE Laestrygonians. The First to Return.|

|Facets of Existence: SS-Rank, Oir. Across the board. Finished craft, exact making, seated in a being that should by every law be frozen.|

|Pantheon: THE Sepulcher of the Unyielding Dead, SS-Rank. A Pantheon that is not a realm one enters but a graveyard that enters you, seating an opponent inside the accumulated stillness and agony of an extinct people.|

|Notable thread: he waits, quietly, for the Master to call forth MORE of his kind from extinction. He is the first to return. He does not believe he will be the last. He is content to serve, and to wait, and to see how many Laestrygonians the Master’s Tide might yet pull back into the light.|

|This capability is now yours to wield. Designation: THE Cataclysm of Colliding Causes.|

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