Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4002

Chapter 4002: The 10 Living Existences! II

The light of the Royal Living Origin wrapped around them like liquid starlight, compressing space and distance into meaningless concepts as it carried Noah and his escort through layers of Aeternitas Concordia that most beings would never witness.

When the radiance finally released them, Noah found himself standing in a place filled with glory...a garden!

The garden stretched before him in terraced levels that seemed to exist in multiple dimensions simultaneously. Crystalline pathways wound between beds of vegetation that pulsed with inner light, each plant more impossible than the last.

Here, roses bloomed with petals made from compressed temporal energy, their thorns capable of cutting through causality itself. There, trees rose with bark of crystallized law, their branches heavy with fruit that defied comprehension.

The fruits were Wheels of Existence.

Each wheel hung from its branch like a ripe apple, yet contained within its spinning form entire realities. He could see civilizations rising and falling within each fruit, billions of lives playing out their destinies in accelerated time, only to begin again when the wheel completed its rotation!

The sight was simultaneously beautiful and horrifying...entire existences reduced to decorative produce in someone’s garden.

Above it all, a massive golden dome crowned the space, its surface inscribed with patterns of runes.

This was clearly the apex of some vast structure in Concordia’s heart, a place where only the most powerful could tread without invitation. The dome itself seemed alive, breathing with a rhythm that made the garden’s impossibilities feel natural by comparison.

Yet Noah’s fascination with the surroundings was quickly displaced by what his senses detected within this miraculous space.

The auras that pressed against his consciousness were unmistakable...Duke-level entities, multiple ones, their presence making the very air dense with accumulated authority.

The Royal Living Origin who had escorted him here suddenly bowed with profound respect, as did all the Honored Living Existences who had accompanied them. Without a word of explanation or farewell, they simply vanished, leaving Noah alone with beings whose power could reshape existence itself.

Four Dukes. He counted them with the careful precision of someone observing potential threats and allies.

Duke Gwendolyn stood nearest, her stellar dark hair catching light that seemed to originate from within rather than from any external source. Beside her stood a figure that made Noah do a subtle double-take...a man in pristine white robes who leaned slightly on an ornate cane, his eyes... impossibly, incomprehensibly blind.

Milky white orbs gazed at nothing and everything simultaneously. How could a Duke, a being whose perception should transcend every limitation, be blind?

Further into the garden, surrounded by flames that danced between red and gold like Origin authority given pyroclastic form, stood a woman whose presence commanded attention through sheer intensity.

Her desert garb seemed out of place in this garden of impossibilities, yet somehow perfect for her bearing...layers of flowing fabric that shifted between states of matter with each movement. Her skin gleamed with an inner radiance that suggested she didn’t merely wield Origin, but had become it!

And lastly...

Noah had to look twice to confirm what his senses were telling him.

Floating at eye level, no more than a few inches in total size, was...a mouse.

Its fur was lustrous white that seemed to contain constellations within each strand, and its eyes....those stellar white orbs held the weight of eons, the kind of gaze that suggested this being had witnessed the rise and fall of entire Folds!

When the mouse spoke, its voice emerged with bass tones that belonged to something mountain-sized rather than palm-sized. Meaning its voice was fucking heavy!

"Duke Gwendolyn has filled us in on the... things she deemed we should know." The mouse’s tiny hands clasped behind its back in a gesture that would have been comical if not for the overwhelming authority radiating from its diminutive form.

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