Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4038

Chapter 4038: Oh, Order! I

The thought of the Stick touching her, of being forced to confront truths about herself that she preferred to keep buried, made her entire being recoil. She did not want that. She absolutely, categorically, fundamentally did not want that!

So she found herself in a very difficult position...loyalty to her Duke warring with self-preservation that transcended simple survival.

At this moment, Noah was leading the group with confidence, waving his stick with the air of someone taking a pleasant walk rather than traversing one of the most dangerous Doorways in existence.

After they had traveled for what felt like hours through passages that folded back on themselves, they finally heard it.

ROAAAAAR!

The bellow of an Inevitability echoed through the twisted space, and almost immediately, that single voice multiplied into five as the creature’s paradoxical nature asserted itself.

Titano’s massive form vibrated with excitement, his simple face lighting up with anticipation of another gift for his Brother.

Sigrid’s hand moved, her newly elevated power eager for expression as she sought to impose...Order!

But Noah raised his hand in a stopping gesture.

"Hold on," he said with calm certainty. "I want to test something."

Titano and Sigrid exchanged glances...or rather, Sigrid glanced at Titano while the giant simply blinked in confusion.

They both remembered what had happened the last time Noah had wanted to test something. He had used his stick to thoroughly educate an Inevitability about its own nature, beating existential horror into submission with what appeared to be ordinary wood.

Would he do the same thing now?

Noah proceeded ahead, but this time, he did something different. The Goad floated behind him, spinning slowly in the air with lazy majesty. He made no move to grasp it, no preparation for combat.

When the Inevitabilities surged out from the obsidian crimson flaming archways...five bodies that were one being that were five beings, they roared with malice that could unmake lesser minds.

Their tentacled forms writhed with paradoxes that hurt to perceive, their many eyes blazing with the hunger that defined their nature.

They looked at Noah and the others, and their charge began with inevitable certainty.

But then...

As they looked closer at Noah, their many eyes showed something unprecedented: confusion.

They slowed, their writhing becoming less aggressive, more... curious. Gradually, impossibly, they showed calmness!

Their eyes, those windows into paradox itself...began to smile.

Not metaphorically, but literally, the organs that served as eyes reformed into expressions of recognition and joy.

They neared Noah with their hulking masses, tentacles that existed in multiple states simultaneously reaching toward him with something that looked terrifyingly like affection.

And Noah...fearless, doubtless Noah, walked toward the writhing masses filled with paradoxical weavings of existence and lights of Inevitability, raised his hand, and...

Patted them.

Like someone petting a particularly large dog.

The gesture was so casual, so natural, that for a moment, nobody could process what they were seeing. Noah’s hand moved along tentacles that should have unmade him at the conceptual level, stroking surfaces that existed in states that predated the separation between is and isn’t.

The Inevitabilities responded with what could only be described as purring...if purring could be done by beings that challenged the nature of sound itself.

Behind him, the reactions were varied and extreme.

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