Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5680

Chapter 5680: Rewrite!

<THE Dimensional Provenance Train>

The atmosphere within a particular Dimensional Cabin of the Train was heavy enough to crush the spines of ordinary Primevals.

It was a sprawling expanse of jagged obsidian peaks and swirling violet clouds as the very air hummed with a terrifying, suffocating weight!

At the apex of the highest hill stood a figure draped in pristine shadows, his presence warping the local existence as if reality itself was bending the knee.

This was the Vessel of THE Sealed One!

He stood with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked out over the dark horizon of the cabin. A mesmerizing, purple gold light flickered across his fingertips.

"My future self seems to have already gotten things started as a portion of ITS capabilities have traversed back to me here," THE Sealed One murmured, his voice a charismatic, echoing symphony that carried the undeniable gravity of a grand being.

"The capability to rewrite existence itself... is unfathomably unique."

...!

Behind him, figures of absolute calamity rested upon the jagged rocks!

These were not ordinary lifeforms. Standing in the back was the terrifying entity holding the Mantle of THE Assassin, a being whose very shadow seemed to devour the light around him as he stood with absolute, lethal stillness.

Beside him rested the holder of the Mantle of THE Culling Blade, a towering woman wielding a rusted executioner’s sword as her eyes burned with the weight of shattered Dimensions!

Dozens of other terrifying Descendants populated the hill, each one radiating a sovereign authority that could drown entire realms in blood.

Yet as THE Sealed One spoke, these apex predators did not radiate hostility. They looked towards the shadow-draped figure calmly, and some even wore expressions of warm, absolute devotion!

THE Sealed One turned his head slightly, his unseen eyes sweeping over the gathered weapons of mass destruction.

"How do you all see me as?" THE Sealed One asked smoothly.

The holder of the Mantle of THE Culling Blade blinked, a genuine smile breaking across her scarred features as she rested her massive weapon on her shoulder.

"Master, what are you talking about?" THE Culling Blade asked, her voice filled with absolute loyalty as she took a step forward.

"We have been by your side for ages. You saved me eons ago. I would have been reduced to ash if you had not offered me your hand."

THE Assassin nodded smoothly, his shadowy form bowing in deep reverence.

"You forged us into what we are today," THE Assassin added, his voice holding the unwavering conviction of a zealot. "You granted us purpose when existence offered us only ruin. We are your blades, Master. We always have been."

WAA!

This was power!

This was a terrifying, absolute violation of the Records! Of the very memories and weavings of Existence!

There was no battle that THE Sealed One had against them.There had been no fight. He had only looked at them!

These powerful lifeforms had their entire histories, memories, and conceptual architectures completely rewritten to see this being as their eternal master, and they did not even know it! Their loyalty was not coerced through fear or bound by contracts. It was forged into the very foundation of their Trueness!

To them, the fabricated memories were the only undeniable reality they had ever known!

THE Sealed One looked at their warm smiles and turned his gaze back to the violet clouds.

"Spread out across the train," THE Sealed One commanded. "Find me Osmont."

<THE Epigraph of the Hollow Devotion>

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