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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5666

Chapter 5666: Heavy! Heavy! Heavy!!!

A roar was a promise of violence. A spoken word was a promise of comprehension, a signal that the monster understands exactly what it is destroying.

The colossal jaws of THE Sundered Scion closed around Noah!

There was no time to step through the unseen layers. There was no margin to call upon the Weft or fold space. The nine gold eyes locked onto him and simply asserted that his existence was caught.

Noah did not attempt to dodge as he raised both hands, pushing the absolute maximum output of his PONDUS outward, commanding his 200 Decillion Provenance Telos Quarks to hold the line against a creature whose Dimensionality defied the Records!

BOOM!

The collision occurred.

Cracks spiderwebbed across the air. The physical space of THE Serenaros shattered into absolute white static.

Noah’s Quintessential Provenance Skin tore open.

His forearms fractured under a conceptual weight that carried the mass of ten thousand Observable Existences pressing down onto a single point. Crimson gold blood laced with stellar blue light sprayed across the rusted mountains. The agony was instantaneous and absolute, a blinding physical trauma that sought to unravel his Trueness at the root!

He was being chewed by an abomination!

But he did not break.

The moment his blood spilled from malicious foreign authority, hus existence elevated violently in direct proportion to the injury!

The more his pristine flesh tore, the more tyrannical his generation became. His Infinite Sanguine Mana erupted in a blinding crimson tide, forcing the crushing jaws open just a fraction of an inch.

A quiet, devastating voice cut through the violence.

"A beast that lectures on humanity understands neither death nor life."

Descartes stood on the ground far below. The old philosopher did not raise his voice, yet his words bypassed the deafening destruction and struck the conceptual foundation of the Scion.

Descartes applied...Methodological Doubt directly to the beast’s bite.

|THE Continuum Paradox rejects the sensory reality of the jaws.|

|He dictates that the physical extension of the Scion’s teeth cannot be proven true. He doubts the bite.|

Existence was forced to agree with the philosopher. The colossal, obsidian crimson jaws clamping down on Noah suddenly lost their physical density. The crushing kinetic force vanished, turning the teeth into hollow, harmless shadows passing harmlessly through Noah’s body.

Noah dropped from the sky, landing heavily on the ground.

He breathed out, his blood immediately flowing backward to stitch his fractured forearms together. He looked up at the towering abomination.

The Scion did not roar in frustration as it simply adapted.

If its physical bite was denied by philosophy, it would weaponize its architecture!

WAA!

The obsidian crimson flesh of the nine-eyed titan pulsed. For the first time, the absolute darkness of its hide shifted, revealing the anatomy of its making.

Running down the center of its colossal chest, wrapping around its incorrectly jointed limbs, were thick, blindingly bright seams of pure white authority.

THE Argent Loom.

The architects had not birthed this creature naturally. Noah could begin to theorize and see glimpses!

Glimpses of what an Immense One had done!

They had taken the unfathomable blood of an Immense One and forcibly stitched it to the unyielding core of a Provenance Lifeform, using the pristine white threads of the Argent Loom to hold the incompatible truths together.

"Now that...is a contradiction," Descartes announced, his sharp eyes reading the blinding seams. "Two things forced into one skin, held by the strings of its masters. It is not whole."

WAA!

The Scion moved.

Its nine flat gold eyes glowed with a sickening, heavy light, and it unleashed multiple Provenance Causes simultaneously.

A Cause slammed down upon the courtyard, seeking to freeze the kinetic motion of everything below. A Cause followed immediately, painting the air a dull, dead gray that turned everything into drifting ash.

The sheer scale of the bombardment was catastrophic. It was the brute-force extermination tactic of an entity that did not need to aim!

Noah’s endlessly blue eyes turned cold.

Philosophy alone would not endure an endless barrage of raw architect mass. Brute force would only shatter against a Dimensionality that sat completely outside the established frameworks.

Noah needed to change the rules of the engagement.

He reached into his own depth and activated a mantle he had kept completely hidden from many.

|THE Meta-Fictional Protagonist Mantle has been invoked.|

|You assert narrative dominance over the immediate domain.|

Noah raised his healed hand, his Sanguine Mana flaring as he began to write the reality of the battle.

"A monster built by others always carries the flaw of its makers," Noah declared. "It attacks blindly because it believes its power requires no precision."

|The Trope of the Arrogant Goliath is authored.|

|You dictate that the Scion’s overwhelming bombardment lacks focus. Probability bends to enforce the narrative.|

The gray wave of a Provenance Cause tore through the courtyard, annihilating everything in its path. But because Noah had authored the trope into existence, the wave split precisely around him and Descartes and two Paradoxes.

The destruction leveled the mountains behind them, yet left them standing perfectly untouched in a narrow sliver of spared reality!

The Scion tilted its massive head. Its cold gold eyes narrowed.

It recognized the narrative interference. The white seams of THE Argent Loom across its body flared violently, actively combating Noah’s authorial control!

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Descartes was faring no better. The old philosopher’s immaculate robes were scorched. Blood dripped from his nose as he continuously weaponized a weaving Noah affirmed as a Cogito to prevent the Scion’s aura of Existential Terminus from snuffing out their lives.

"The seams!" Descartes shouted over the roar of the destruction. "The white threads. They are the only thing keeping it from tearing itself apart!"

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