Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4318

Chapter 4318: Entry! I

Outside the Infiniverse.

The assembled forces of the Living Existences, a congregation of beings who could unmake Wheels with a thought, were staring.

Their gazes, filled with a mixture of awe, dread, and a profound, galling sense of irrelevance as they stared ahead.

This was right after Schrodinger had called out that he wanted to communicate with The Early Creature, Osmont!

Whispers, not of sound but of pure, conceptual data, rippled through the ranks.

Many of the older Dukes, their forms ancient and terrible, recognized the woman beside the beggar-paradox. Leonore Rureaux. A name that was a ghost, a legend whispered in the darkest corners of their history.

A being who had supposedly fallen in a blaze of glory eons ago, a martyr for the cause of Paradox. And yet, here she stood, frail but undeniably present.

The Living Origins were quieter as if they knew some sort of secret.

As if to add another layer of impossibility to the scene, more Living Paradoxes were arriving.

They flickered into existence, their forms shimmering with a contained, restless energy, and their gazes, when they fell upon Schrodinger and Leonore, held a deep veneration.

Schrodinger had simply spoken, his voice a calm, audacious invitation across the void, a request for a discussion with The Early Creature, Osmont.

The other Living Existences, whose hatred for the Paradoxes was a thing as old and as fundamental as their own authorities, watched this with a distaste so profound it was a physical presence.

Among a cluster of Living Temporals, their bodies surrounded by the dilapidated, ancient aura of time itself, the whispers turned to venom.

"Who does that Schrodinger think he is?" one of them, a Duke whose form was a swirling vortex of clocks and rivers, hissed.

"That he would voice out that he wants an audience with a supposed Early Creature, and he would simply be granted that meeting? The sheer, unmitigated arrogance!"

WAA!

Another, a being whose very presence seemed to slow the moments around her, nodded in agreement. "It is a performance. A show. This ’Osmont’ is likely just another of their tricks, another layer of their endless, infuriating games. Could he truly even be...an Early Creature?"

...!

But at this time, their bitter, self-assured pronouncements were cut short.

A region of the massive, blue-gold Aegis of the Infiniverse pulsed.

It was a soft, gentle thrum, a quiet note in the silent chaos. Then, a bubble of pure, blue-gold brilliance began to emerge from the larger structure.

It was a perfect, world-sized sphere, a floating island of impossible beauty covered by the same, impenetrable barrier.

In the next moment, a small doorway formed in the side of this new, isolated domain, a silent, waiting invitation. And from it, a figure emerged.

Malphas!

Oh!

He was a masterpiece of silent, terrible grandeur. His obsidian butler’s attire, once a simple, elegant uniform, was now etched with invisible lines of brilliant blue, the very authority of his Master’s Mana woven into its fabric.

His eyes, no longer just crimson, now danced with a dangerous, captivating glow of crimson-blue. The power that emanated from him was not a wave, but a suffocating, absolute pressure.

It was enough to stifle the very thoughts of nearly all who were present!

His cold gaze swept over the assembled forces of the Living Existences, a silent, dismissive assessment. It lingered for a moment on the fuming Temporals, then the shocked Origins, and finally, it came to rest on Schrodinger and Leonore Rureaux.

His voice, when he spoke, was a calm, cold, and utterly absolute command. "The Master will see you now."

...!

BOOM!

The words were a quiet detonation in the stunned silence. The Living Temporals, who had just been dismissing Schrodinger’s chances, now had faces of pure, ashen disbelief.

They gritted their teeth, their own authority feeling fragile and insignificant in the face of this new, impossible power.

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