Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5645

Chapter 5645: Narrative Vs Narrative! I

<THE True Human Emperor>

Noah floated in the unseen layers Dimensionality, seated comfortably upon a high, bloody throne of crimson gold Sanguine Mana. Below his suspended position, Mahishasura cut a heroic and terrifying figure!

The golden shield of his Mantle turned slowly and proudly above his head. He floated as a righteous vanguard, surrounded by the broken, unconscious bodies of hundreds of Descendants that were Wardens and Enforcers who had dared to stand against his glorious political crusade!

Of course, a grand crusade required a constant influx of soldiers. As the defeated members of THE PAX fell, Noah simply extended his fingers from the absolute safety of his throne.

He did not need to step down and issue verbal commands. Crimson gold blades of Sanguine Mana, laced with brilliant stellar blue light, slipped silently through the air. They cut effortlessly into the chests of the unconscious Enforcers and Wardens. Noah bypassed their physical flesh entirely, diving straight into the rigid, authored sentences written into their Descendant lineages.

He flooded them with his own grammar, ruthlessly cutting away their old loyalties to Those Who Remain and binding their existences directly to his will. They rose only moments later as perfectly Veiled puppets, their eyes devoid of any rebellion as they joined the growing, unified force standing behind THE SHIELD!

In truth, Noah was deeply contemplating exactly how far he could push his own newly generated architecture.

He now held the Hidden Mantle of THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist. Since he possessed the supreme capability to override narratives and dictate closed scenes, he wondered how he could best weave this conceptual power into the current war.

Could he completely author the outcome of Mahishasura’s crusade without ever drawing a weapon himself? Would existence itself continue to fund his conquest if he simply wrote the right script from the shadows?

The sheer momentum of his recent actions answered him with a heavy, surging weight within his own body. He felt the unpaused cycle of THE Infinite Provenance Baryogenesis roaring through his quarks, lifting his true standing tremendously with every passing second.

He called upon his own Regard to measure the exact depth of his rise.

|VERITAS: 28|

|PROVENANCE: 27|

|POTENTIA: INFINITE|

|PONDUS: 29|

|OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: 35|

|Hidden Mantle: THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist|

|Capabilities: Narrative Override, Existential Plot Armor, Scene Dictation|

Every attribute was rushing aggressively toward thirty. Furthermore, his Osmontian Moirai had already reached thirty-five. Unlike the standard Existential Moirai that paid the obedient servants of the order, this dark and fiendish currency was generated solely by his own Quintessential weight!

He was growing at a pace that defied all established measures of reality, his power compounding in total silence!

The crusade moved forward. Mahishasura led his newly acquired army of Veiled Enforcers into the sky, marching toward the next towering purple gold mountain in the inner ring.

They arrived to find the vast courtyards entirely empty.

There were no Wardens. There were no Loomwrought Shrouds. The mountain was a silent, hollow peak, completely devoid of the suffocating order that usually defined THE PAX.

Then, a booming voice echoed out from the distant, hazy clouds.

"Haha, Mahishasura, when did you grow so bold?"

The voice carried a manic, wet rattling sound that vibrated with pure instability. It did not sound like a composed ruler of order. It sounded exactly like a desperate addict finding a fresh vein!

"And who... is that fucker behind you on a throne? Is this your narrative, or his?"

HUUM!

Noah’s eyes pulsed violently!

Someone had seen him! A lifeform had peered right through the Unique Precept of Solipsism! Because his true Dimensionality ran so deep that it blinded even beings in the upper thirties, this meant whoever had just spoken possessed a depth that touched the absolute summit of Transfinite Dimensionality. No Enforcer had seen him so far. He had remained entirely unperceivable to the masses!

Noah squinted his eyes, peering intently through the purple gold skies to see what anomaly had arrived.

The distant clouds parted violently as...The Arbiter of THE Serenaros floated into view.

He was a towering, terrifying Descendant. His robes were immaculate, but his face was an absolute horror of twitching muscles and heavily dilated pupils. A layer of stellar white dust coated his upper lip and the fine collar of his garments. He shivered violently in the air, tweaking with an uncontainable, frantic energy that made the surrounding space warp and groan.

Behind him floated hundreds of elite Enforcers and Wardens, backed by thousands of perfectly silent Loomwrought Shrouds. They formed a massive, terrifying army, yet all of them kept a cautious distance from their own leader.

The moment he appeared, The Arbiter did not bother addressing Mahishasura again. He simply waved his pale, shaking hands toward a series of massive metal cages hovering in the periphery of the clouds.

|The Arbiter of THE Serenaros|

|VERITAS: 48|

|PROVENANCE: 0|

|POTENTIA: 45|

|PONDUS: 49|

|EXISTENTIAL MOIRAI: 50|

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