Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4291

Chapter 4291: What is The Way? I

Noah melted into the background, his figure becoming a whisper in a symphony of roaring power!

Some existences went about their lives without wanting to be seen, content in their quiet corners of reality. Others, however, moved with a grace and a purpose that was a declaration in itself, a demand to be witnessed, to be admired, to be feared.

Right now, Noah was in the shadows, and from this vantage point, he watched a terrifying conflict begin in the most unexpected way possible!

After the grand, theatrical declaration from Valkyrie Anastasia, the battlefield fell into a profound, anticipatory silence.

She floated there, a fiery jewel against the dark canvas of the First Folds, her gaze fixed on the distant, golden walls of Aethelgard.

A piercing smile touched her lips, an expression of pure, unadulterated confidence.

This was not a war to her. It was a game.

But it was not a fucking game!

|System Analysis Initiating: [The War for Aethelgard].|

|Primary Combatants:|

| - [The Gilgamesh Sovereignty]: Offensive Force. Primary strength lies in the widespread implementation of the [Principles], [Living Astral Codex] system, [Glyphs]...|

| - [The Early Laboratories]: Attacking Force. Primary strength lies in the mass-produced [Living Existential Armor – Justiciar Model], [Principles], [Glyphs]...|

...!

And the battle had truly begun!

Because in the next moment, hidden in the shadows of his own, self-imposed obscurity, Noah’s eyes, now windows of pure, analytical data, captured an event of impossible, terrible beauty.

On the Rampart of Aethelgard, the Elder Early Creatures, beings like Forgemaster Vulcan whose very presence was a law of nature, moved as one.

It was not a coordinated attack, but a symphony of synchronized, absolute will!

Their hands rose in unison, and from the very fabric of their beings, a new, brilliant light bloomed from their Grimoires!

HUUM!

They were activating their Living Astral Codexes!

It was a glorious, terrifying sight.

Above the heads of fifteen of these ancient titans, illusory Astral Arcana Glyphs materialized, each one a shimmering, conceptual card of pure, ordered light.

They were windows into different, impossible realities, each depicting a unique wonder, a different instrument of destruction.

Some were identical, a testament to a shared arsenal, a common, terrible tool in their collective toolbox.

|Fifteen [Astral Arcana Glyphs] have been activated simultaneously.|

|Rarity Assessment: All Glyphs appear to be of [Rare] or [Uncommon] classification.|

|Analysis in progress. I am attempting to capture their existential signatures as they form...|

The sky above the First Folds, a swirling, chaotic canvas of nascent Wheels and forgotten concepts, was torn asunder.

From the blooming Glyphs, the summons began.

From one, a mountain erupted into existence!

A mountain!

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