Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4230

Chapter 4230: The Way IV

Noah’s focus turned inward, into the vast, internal weavings of his own existence.

He felt the potent, verdant-gold glow of the Seed of the Principle of Perpetual Harvest.

And he knew with certainty what the first step toward true survival had to be!

He needed to build his foundation not just higher, but wider. He needed his one hundred lighthouses!

His Weavings of Cheats, that ever-diligent, rule-bending authority, had already been hard at work. Fifty-three of his one hundred and fifty-nine Towers of Osmont had already been silently, illegitimately elevated to the Third Stage.

Forty-seven remained. Each one cost an immense amount of power to advance.

So...he got started to pay the cost speedily!

He ignited the Ascendran Nodule, the engine of his new Existential Artifice, and reached for a Crucible.

Not Tyranny, not Infinity, but the one most suited for this grand, architectural endeavor!

The Crucible of Quintessence.

HUUM!

|Objective: Mass Tower Advancement.|

|Your selection of the [Crucible of Quintessence] and its [Weave of Resonance] is an inspired one. Rather than brute-forcing the advancement of each Tower, you intend to amplify the quintessential potential for growth inherent in all of them simultaneously. An elegant, if resource-intensive, approach.|

|Projected Cost: Significant. |

|Projected Outcome: Glorious. Magisterial.|

His will was the command!

A river of his own power, trillions in Complexity and Purity, flowed from the vast ocean of his being into the humming furnace of his Heart.

His Seed Glyphs could also be a fuel as they pulsed!

And...he wove.

A wave of pure, foundational authority, the very essence of what it meant to be, washed over the star-chart of his Early Atlas of the Folds.

It was a golden light, tinged with the verdant-gold of Perpetual Harvest, and it whispered a single, irresistible truth to the forty-seven remaining Stage Two Towers: Become more of what you already are. Become your perfect, quintessential self!

WUU!

The symphony of ascension began.

The Tower of Relativity, a structure of spiraling, interconnected pathways, blazed with a light that bent and warped around it, its form becoming a Vital Lighthouse that shone with the brilliance of a thousand different perspectives at once.

The Tower of Prana, a citadel of pure life force, erupted in a sunburst of vibrant, living energy, its light so potent that the very concept of decay recoiled from its presence.

The Tower of Apollyon, a crimson dark, terrible spire dedicated to the end of all things, did not shine, but instead seemed to consume the light around it, its ascension marked by a spreading pool of beautiful, terrifying crimson-black silence!

The Tower of Polarity, a structure of perfect, balanced opposition, flared with both a blinding white and an absolute black, the two forces chasing each other up its length until they met at the apex in a flash of pure, stable grey. The Tower of Singed, Ordo Ab Chao...

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