Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4277

Chapter 4277: The Astral Codex and Everythings! I

Noah and Elara were escorted through the great, golden gates of the city, their every move watched by the calm, ancient eyes of the Early Creatures who lined the streets. There was no hostility, only a profound, almost academic, curiosity.

Kael, their guide and captor, gestured to the sprawling city around them. "This is Aethelgard," he said, his voice a smooth, cultured tour guide’s narration.

"Not a city, in the way you might understand it, but a living organism of power. To the east, you have the Spires of Contemplation, where our philosophers and historians reside. To the west, the Fields of Proving, where strength is tested and wills are forged. We are currently passing through the Great Concourse, the very heart of our civilization."

Elara remained silent, her expression a mask of cold animosity.

She knew she was in enemy territory, a lamb in a den of very old, very powerful lions.

Noah listened calmly, his gaze sweeping over everything, RUIN/EDEN’s Architect’s Eye documenting, analyzing, and storing every detail.

"We are heading to the Forges of Creation," Kael detailed, his tone intricate.

"A location where the most important research and workings of Aethelgard take place. It is a place of art, of science, and of a certain... pragmatic acquisition of knowledge."

They entered a new sector of the city, a place where the air itself seemed to hum with a contained, creative energy.

Here, the beautiful, ornate architecture gave way to more functional, yet no less grand, structures.

Massive workshops, their walls of black, star-absorbent stone, were connected by a network of glowing, golden conduits.

Noah could see powerful Early Creatures moving within, their forms silhouetted against the brilliant light of what looked like captured stars being used as forges.

Some were 500 Quadrillion in Complexity and Purity. Others 600, 700, 400 Quadrillion...it was waves and waves of terrifying monsters!

|Master, my capabilities are being greatly diminished here.|

|A terrifying, city-wide authority, likely a Principle of Dominion or a similar concept, is consciously keeping all other authorities contained at their source. I can still observe and record, but my analytical and projective functions are being... suppressed.|

|Analysis: We are in the belly of a very large, very powerful beast. It would be wise to not make any sudden movements.|

WAA!

They arrived at their destination, a vast, circular structure at the very heart of the Forges.

And as they stepped inside, Elara’s breath hitched. Noah’s own gaze, behind the calm mask of his face, sharpened with a cold, dawning comprehension.

The place was a graveyard of their ambition.

Broken and semi-completed designs of Justiciars and other Living Existential Armors were scattered throughout the vast workshop, mounted on display stands like the trophies of a successful raid.

The technology, their secret, their grand project... had been stolen.

Kael led them in calmly, his expression unreadable. "I have already sent word ahead," he said, his voice a low, almost conversational, murmur.

"News of a seemingly successful existence, the first to bind with a Living Existential Armor, and one who displayed such great power at that... you have made many of us very interested."

Verify captcha to read the contentVerify