Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4289

Chapter 4289: War! III

Khor’s voice carried a sense of sharpness and bitterness as if she were here herself, after all she now knew...she may just act to decimate the Early Creatures and forces behind THE Loom herself!

Noah silently consoled her.

He watched these Early Creatures, and a question bloomed in his mind. What was his Way of Existence? The Way of Existence of Noah Osmont. Was he absolutely certain of it?

Indefatigably so?

HUUM!

As he thought this, his body, which had been a calm, contained vessel of his immense power, began to radiate!

It was not a violent eruption, but a slow, inexorable bloom of pure, tyrannical light. He did not have a single Way. He had many. He had Tyranny. He had Quintessence. He had Infinity. He had Cheats. He was all of it, and he was none of it.

He was... himself!

And in that, in the absolute, unshakeable, and glorious certainty of his own, multifaceted being, he found his answer.

He had indefatigable certainty in himself. In his Everythings. In his own potential Civilization.

Civilization!

His eyes flashed with a perilous light as he organized his thoughts.

It was a word that carried the weight of a thousand different meanings, a concept that was both a fortress and a cage. For some, it is the quiet, ordered life within the walls, the comfort of shared purpose, the strength of a collective will.

For others, it was the stifling embrace of conformity, the slow, gentle death of the individual in the name of the group.

But for a Civilization to truly endure, for it to not just survive but to thrive, it needed more than just walls and a shared purpose. It needed a belief.

A deep, abiding, and utterly unshakable faith in its own Way of Existence. A certainty so profound that it becomes a law of nature, a force that can bend reality itself!

This was the true source of Aethelgard’s strength.

It was not just a city of powerful beings; it was a city of true believers!

They do not just think they are superior; they know it, with a certainty that is as fundamental as their own breathing!

And that belief, that collective, indefatigable certainty, is a weapon more potent than any army, a shield more resilient than any wall.

For in the end, the wars of existence are not won by those with the most power, but by those with the most absolute, unshakeable, and glorious faith in their own, chosen truth.

At this time...

"My friends, look upon those who seek to disrupt our Way of Existence."

...!

The voice of Forgemaster Vulcan echoed out nearby with calm and glory as he smiled while nodding to the far distance.

He was on the rampart, his massive form a silent, bronze mountain of contained power.

Around him, other Elder Early Creatures, beings whose very presence was a law of nature, stood in a loose, yet perfectly coordinated formation.

Their gazes were fixed on the horizon, but their demeanor was not one of fear. It was... a quiet, almost leisurely, anticipation.

As if they were waiting for a storm they knew they could weather.

Noah also looked ahead. His eyes, now capable of perceiving the very texture of reality, saw it.

Light-years away, a storm of complexity and purity was surging towards them. It was not a chaotic, natural phenomenon. It was an army.

And as the distance closed, as the light of their approach finally resolved into discernible shapes, Noah’s gaze, and the very core of his being, buzzed gloriously at what he saw! 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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