Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4317

Chapter 4317: Resplendent Citadels! III

The glorious, torrential rain of Mana, the very atmosphere of the Shore which had been thick with a power so dense it was almost liquid...vanished.

90% of it, gone. Devoured!

|The First Hunger has... partaken.|

|90% of the ambient Mana within the [Domain of Accelerated Evolution] has been consumed.|

|Analysis: That was the equivalent of the total energy output of an entire Fold. Consumed. In an instant.|

|The Engines of your Civilization are responding...|

The eighteen Resplendent Citadels, which had been humming with a quiet, steady power, now roared to life.

Their cerulean rings spun faster, a blur of pure, conceptual energy.

The Citadels pulsed, a single, unified heartbeat, and...

HUUM!

The Mana returned. Instantly!

The rain began to fall again, the air grew thick with power, as if the last few seconds had never happened.

|Energy reserves have been replenished. The Engines of your Civilization burn strong.|

Khor blinked, a look of genuine, profound surprise on her ancient, youthful face. She looked at Noah, then at the Citadels, then back at Noah.

"Outsider," she said, her voice filled with a new, deeper level of awe, "that was the energy of an entire Fold I swallowed just now... and your towers here can fill it up again just like that?"

Noah’s smile was a slow, cold, and utterly tyrannical thing. "I have said it before, didn’t I? A Civilization... is a garden. And my garden is very, very fertile!"

WAA!

Khor stared at him for a long, silent moment.

Then she laughed, a sound of pure, unadulterated delight.

She opened her mouth again, and this time, she did not just take a bite.

She drank. A river of pure, azure Mana flowed from the very air and into her, a willing, endless tribute to her primordial hunger!

Her endlessly dark eyes, for the first time, began to be filled with a faint, almost imperceptible, blue light.

Noah watched her, then turned his gaze away.

The Existential Engineering was a success.

Now, for the Existential Weaving.

"RUIN/EDEN," he commanded. "Let us begin."

|Understood, Master. Please, follow me.|

The holographic figure of his System appeared, a silent, graceful guide in this realm of his own making.

She led him to the base of one of the eighteen Resplendent Citadels. The doors, a seamless expanse of the azure-white material, opened with a silent, willing hum.

They stepped inside. The interior was a vast, cathedral-like space, its walls a shimmering, ever-shifting display of pure, informational light.

At its very center, a new, more profound structure hummed. It was a nexus of nine colossal, metallic blue rings, each one spinning in a different, impossible direction, their orbits intersecting in a way that should have been chaotic, but was instead a perfect, harmonious dance.

At the very heart of this dance, a single point of pure, creative energy pulsed. This was the forge!

"This, Master," RUIN/EDEN said, her voice a quiet, reverent whisper, "is where you can engage in Existential Weaving. What would you like to do? Replicate a known material, or forge a new one?"

Noah’s gaze was fixed on the swirling, creative heart of the forge. His voice was a low, dangerous, and utterly tyrannical command.

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