Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4238

Chapter 4238: Khor’s Rage! II

On his conceptual screen, he watched the scene outside The Loom’s Aegis.

The assembled Dukes of Law, after their initial, furious assault, had mostly fallen back. Their analytical minds had correctly deduced that their attacks were not only futile but likely counterproductive. He smiled.

He knew they would sense their authority being not just repelled, but devoured, soon enough.

Now, the second part of the plan was in motion. Even if they knew they were being played, they would still have to play.

Malphas was already at work, his shadowy crows spreading the gospel of a newfound sanctuary, a rumor that would soon draw the greedy, the desperate, and the powerful like moths to a conceptual flame.

He saw Royal Law Tristesse still lingering at the edge of the Aegis, her pride and curiosity warring within her.

She and a few loyal Royal and Honored Living Laws were still probing the barrier, their authority a gentle, insistent pressure against his defenses.

A devilish thought sparked in Noah’s mind. He gave a silent command to the Aegis.

Spur their greed a little more.

As Tristesse’s next wave of authority washed over the blue-gold barrier, a small, almost imperceptible fissure of light appeared.

From it, a few shimmering droplets of Sacred Mead of Existence and a single, radiant leaf from a Transcendent Veilmoss gushed out, as if the barrier had momentarily buckled under the strain.

They were crumbs, insignificant trifles from his vast stores, but to those outside, they were treasures beyond measure. He watched as Tristesse’s eyes widened, her professional curiosity instantly consumed by a raw, acquisitive hunger!

Yes. They would play!

His attention finally turned from the grand stage to the drama that had just arrived on his Shore.

His son, Henry, stood with Liora, and between them was her father... Bob.

Noah’s eyes, burning with the quiet intensity of his newfound power, settled on the bald-headed being with whom he shared a strange, complicated history.

"Little Bobby," he said, his voice a calm, even tone that somehow managed to be both a greeting and an assessment, "you don’t look too good."

Bob’s entire form was a study in contained violence!

His white-gold skin was taut, his muscles bunched as if he were constantly resisting an internal explosion. It looked as though a great and terrible beast was trapped within him, clawing to get out.

He looked at Noah, his eyes a mixture of gratitude, awe, and a profound, bone-deep weariness.

"While I have to thank you for taking care of my daughter and... rescuing me," he said, his voice strained,

"I don’t think I can stay. Inside of me... the Mutated Inevitability is too strong. Especially when surrounded by a place that is just..."

He shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the Radiant Shore, at the impossible trees, the teeming Aquarium, the glowing Totems. The Tenders.

His mind simply could not grasp the scale of what he was seeing.

Liora, her face a mask of anxious concern, turned to Noah. "Sir," she pleaded, "can you do anything about this? Can you separate him from the Inevitability?"

At her words, Noah’s gaze shifted to Khor, who had floated over with an expression of pure, unadulterated interest.

She looked at Bob, a specimen of great curiosity, and with a single, delicate tap of her finger, his struggling form was lifted into the air, held in a gentle, inescapable grip.

His body began to wriggle, his face contorting in panic. "Wait... don’t let it out!" he cried.

Khor simply shook her head, a gesture of ancient, paternalistic authority. "Little Bobby," she said, her voice a soothing, yet absolute, command.

"I am The First Hunger. Why would I be afraid of any Inevitability? Hush." 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

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