Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4377

Chapter 4377: Oh, Shit III

Noah looked down at this terrifying monstrosity of a being...someone who could probably erase entire Folds with a sneeze.

Someone who carried terrifying power, who had reached heights that should have been impossible...and saw nothing but absolute reverence and joy.

"Ancestor, you look the same as all those years ago..." Kael said again, his voice breaking with emotion.

"We have been waiting for so long. Isolated for billions of years, cut off from everything, but I always knew. I always believed that one day, you would call for us."

His form shook with barely contained feeling.

"That you would remember we existed. That you hadn’t forgotten your Civilization, sealed away in that bubble you created. I told them...all of them, every generation...I told them the Ancestor would return. That we were not abandoned. That this isolation was purpose, not punishment."

WAA!

He looked up, his deep blue eyes blazing with tears and power simultaneously.

"And now you have called us. After all these years, you have finally acknowledged our existence. I am... I am immensely happy, Ancestor. More than words can convey."

Noah’s smile softened slightly, carrying warmth he rarely displayed.

"I would never forget," he said simply.

The words were quiet, but they carried absolute certainty!

And in that grand moment, as Kael trembled with joy and the blue mana still cascaded outward painting existence in Noah’s authority...

"Uncle Kael, is this really the Ancestor? He seems a bit weak."

...!

A skeptical voice cut through the profound atmosphere like a blade through ceremony.

Kael’s face transformed instantly, joy vanishing, replaced by horror and fury. He spun around, his blue-winged form blazing with sudden anger that made the surrounding space crack.

"Riya!" His voice thundered with disapproval. "I told you to watch your mouth! You weren’t even supposed to come, but you never listen! This is The Ancestor, the Architect of Mana himself! I know you can sense it...I know you feel his authority resonating with everything we are, so stop playing these games and pay your respects!"

HUUM!

Existence shook at Kael’s anger, the raw power in his voice enough to unmake Folds!

Behind him, a young woman rolled her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah," she said.

She floated forward, and Noah’s perception focused on her with interest.

She looked young, early twenties if judged by physical appearance.

Short spiky dark blue hair framed a face that was unfathomably beautiful, features that suggested someone had taken the concept of rebellious perfection and given it form.

Radiant jewel-blue eyes regarded Noah with open assessment, no deference in her gaze whatsoever.

She wore a blue cropped jacket over a matching cropped shirt, practical clothing designed for mobility rather than ceremony.

Blue bloomer shorts revealed slender white legs that shone with thousands of Mana Glyphs etched directly into her skin.

She moved with the kind of confidence that came from beings who’d never met something they couldn’t handle, approaching Noah without kneeling, without bowing, without any of the reverence Kael had displayed.

Noah’s eyes sharpened as prompts materialized.

|CIVILIZATION MEMBER DETECTED|

|IDENTITY: Riyannara (Prefers: Riya)|

|CLASSIFICATION: Second Generation, Prodigy of the Civilization|

|COMPLEXITY: 61 Quintillion|

|PURITY: 61 Quintillion|

|MANA GLYPHS FORGED: 61,000|

|MANA ARCANA GLYPHS FORGED: 73|

|DISTINCTIONS:|

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