Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4334

Chapter 4334: KNEEL I

A terrifying change bloomed as the Sadistic Dreamer, The Dream of THE Creature, Tatiana, had her existence put under pressure!

Noah’s existence buzzed as waves of information crossed through his eyes rapidly.

He watched as Tatiana’s power, which had already doubled, began to flicker. It was no longer a stable 8.5 Quintillion. It was a chaotic, unpredictable storm.

|Current Complexity: 8.5 Quintillion... 16.2 Quintillion... 4.1 Quintillion...|

It was as if her power could not decide what it was. As if it was all... a dream.

She floated amidst his continuing, relentless onslaught of flames, her sadistic smile remaining even as her forces were being pushed back.

The Prime Dead Early Creatures were now struggling, their own Principles flaring as they desperately tried to hold against the endless, non-cooldown-having tide of his Mana Arcana!

Tatiana opened her eyes, and the golden, pupilless orbs fixed on him. She spoke, her voice now a high, theatrical, almost olden cadence that cut through the roar of his flames.

"Hark, unruly child," she began, her voice a melody of cold, ancient judgment. "In the Earliest Folds, when Early Creatures, in their boundless, chaotic youth, gained true power and began building their Civilizations, some... needed to be disciplined. They were petulant, arrogant, blind to the true, ordered beauty of existence. And that discipline... it was delivered by The Goad of THE Creature."

Her voice grew stronger, more resonant, a declaration of an ancient, terrible law.

"Unruly creatures like thee need discipline. Need Order. So... a glimpse of THE Creature shall descend to discipline you and show you Order!"

...!

As she spoke, Noah watched. Her golden eyes, which held no pupils, began to blaze with a light so bright it froze the molten heat all around.

And behind her, the very fabric of Collapse began to weave itself into a new, impossible form.

An illusory image, hazy and indistinct, yet radiating a power that made Noah’s very existence tremble, began to form. It was a massive, humanoid entity, its form a swirling, chaotic fusion of obsidian, gold, and white light.

It was a ghost, a memory, an echo of something that should not, could not, be summoned.

The moment its outline began to solidify, everything ceased to move.

The atoms themselves. The raging, crimson-blue flames. The soaring, nine-headed Mana-Flame Wyrms. The very thoughts in Noah’s mind... all of it, frozen. Halted. A perfect, terrible, and absolute stasis.

The illusory outline of THE Creature was now clear. It held in its hand a radiant, obsidian-gold stick surrounded with a white light of Order... The Goad.

Its eyes, two pinpricks of pure, absolute gold, shone from the hazy, indistinct void of its face. Its expression was not discernible, but its posture... its posture was that of a teacher about to knock some sense into a defiant, unruly student.

That was why everything had ceased to move.

But...

HUUM!

A new light, a verdant, golden brilliance, erupted from Noah’s frozen form.

|The Principle of Perpetual Harvest has detected an external conceptual weaving attempting to impose a state of [Absolute Stillness].|

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