Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5588

Chapter 5588: Unperceivable! III

Above THE Golden Expanse, in the layer of existence that no eye below the law could see, something was hanging in the endless skies of THE Ymnaros as the gaze of THE True Human Emperor rose to meet it!

And it was vaster than an Observable Existence.

Noah looked at it through his clone as the looking itself took time, because the thing did not end! It was a single living thing, deep stellar purple in color, and its body stretched past the horizon in every direction as it kept going past the horizon after that, so vast that an entire Observable Existence could have been lost inside it!

And its shape was a simple one to grasp, because it closely mimicked something like a massive bacteria or virus.

Its head was a huge many-sided shell of flat purple plates fitted together, hanging directly above THE Golden Expanse.

From under that head, long thin jointed legs reached down for thousands of miles, and each leg ended in millions of hair-fine threads that spread out across the sky of the domain below! Its long body was see-through in places, and inside that clear purple skin, small violet lights drifted and churned in slow waves, glowing brighter and dimmer as the whole terrifying presense of it pulsed and fed.

Because its jaws were open!

Under the many-sided head, the plates had pulled apart into a huge open mouth as it was drinking, and Noah could see the intake now with his new sight.

Thin ribbons of color were rising up off the entire Golden Expanse below, off the citadel of millions, off the pledged thousands, off every survivor of the war! Their worry. Their pain. Their misery. And even their happiness, the new fragile hope of a domain that had just stopped burying its dead, all of it being pulled up in slow threads into the open mouth of a thing none of them would ever know was there...!

HUUM!

|Identity: a WOE CULTURE. A vast lifeform of the unseen layer. Woe Cultures are relatively harmless lifeforms in themselves: they do not hunt, they do not conquer, and they do not devour bodies. They latch above gatherings of lifeforms and siphon the happiness, anxieties, pain, and miseries of all those around. However: tendrils of its power permeate out across nearby existence, altering probability, and calling in more conflict and adversity to the region it has latched onto. Where a Woe Culture feeds, wars arrive more often, tragedies align more easily, and grief is harvested at its ripening. This nature sits at their core. It is simply who they are. They are not particularly powerful. They will preserve themselves if attacked...|

|STATUS PANEL: WOE CULTURE|

|VERITAS: 12|

|PROVENANCE: 0|

|POTENTIA: 11|

|PONDUS: 11|

...!

Twelve!

A VERITAS above his own!

It hung fat and glowing over his domain with a Trueness that surpassed him, and of course it was twelve, of course, because the thing was perfectly true to itself! It had no doubts about its nature and no arguments inside its endless body as it fed on sorrow and farmed sorrow to feed on, never once questioning either.

And the tendrils!

The probability-tendrils spread across the sky of THE Golden Expanse were quietly bending the odds of an entire region toward conflict as horrendous questions bloomed one after another. How long had it hung here? How many of the age-cycles of war that had emptied the family graves of Superpowered Lifeforms, one generation after another, had simply been harvest seasons arranged by the thing above the clouds?

"..."

The clone of THE True Human Emperor looked at it with a furious gaze as when it came to what exactly he should do here, his existence already knew it clearly.

A thing was farming his people.

In the next second, eight more Provenance Sanguine Clones tore into the unseen layer out of folds of crimson gold as they appeared behind the first, titanic and shamanic and glorious as crowns of blood turned above nine heads!

Nine bloody staffs rose as one, and at the tip of each, a drop of blood formed, crimson gold around stellar blue!

Sanguine Blood Drop!

Nine drops popped!

BOOM!

A battle bloomed...that those around could not even see.

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