Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4296

Chapter 4296: What is The Way? VI

The Justiciar, even as its existence unraveled, was still the more powerful of the two!

It radiated a final, desperate burst of its authority. A brilliant white light of pure, unadulterated Purity erupted upwards, smashing into the body of the Juvenile Early Creature.

And shockingly, the being was split in half!

BOOM!

And yet, even as its existence collapsed, the Juvenile Early Creature was undeterred.

A faint, golden Grimoire, a Living Astral Codex, shone at its side.

With a final, maddened roar of defiance, it unleashed its last spell.

An Astral Arcana Glyph, a card depicting a single, weeping eye, bloomed in the air.

From it, a beam of pure, conceptual sorrow shot forth. It was not an attack of fire or force, but of pure, weaponized grief!

The Living Existential Authority of Emotive buzzed!

It struck the already-decimated Justiciar, and the armor, which had withstood mountains and glaciers, simply... gave up.

Its light flickered and died. Its systems ceased. And then, as if in a final, spiteful act of mimicry, it too split in half!

...!

BOOM!

Both halves of both beings hit the ground at the same time.

A cloud of primordial dust and dissipated authority rose into the air!

It was one of the more common scenes in a war... mutual destruction, born from a hatred that had bloomed in the heart of the conflict.

Nearby, Noah, who had remained a nameless character this entire time, moved forward.

A small risk was taken.

A small, almost imperceptible burst of his Mana, a whisper of his true, boundless power, spread over the two decimated corpses. And in the next instant, they were gone!

When the dust settled, a Juvenile Early Creature, its form wreathed in the light of its own, terrible power, appeared above the crater.

It looked around, a flicker of confusion in its ancient, starlit eyes. It had heard a roar of defiance, had sensed a final, desperate clash of power.

But now, there was only the caved-in, brilliant earth and nothing else. It tilted its head, a silent question in the quiet aftermath. But it did not have long to ponder.

OOOH!

In the next moment, a Justiciar, its crimson wings blazing, shot down from above, and the war continued.

"You robotic fucker!" the Juvenile Early Creature roared, its own power flaring to meet the attack.

But silently, already a few light-years away, a nameless background character was walking away!

Each step was a masterpiece of controlled, quantum movement, his feet painted with the Living Existential Authority of Quantum.

With a single step, he was infinitely far away, a ghost disappearing over the horizon!

He was quietly making his exit from the chaotic and utterly dangerous war of Aethelgard.

He did not wait for Gilgamesh to come out. He did not wait for any of THE Living Existences to reveal themselves.

He did not take the risk of remaining on a battlefield where he knew, with an absolute certainty, that THE Living Concept and THE Living Spirit were watching.

He took what he had the chance of obtaining, and he left!

Because sometimes, the single best survival skill in existence was knowing when to take a risk, and when not to.

When to gauge just what could potentially happen based on the risk one took, and whether the rewards were so unimaginably grand to take that risk.

The rewards of the corpses of Young or even Juvenile Early Creatures or Justiciars... did not outweigh the risk of Noah losing his Early Veiled Shore and all those within it by getting the attention of THE Living Existences. 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

In the past, Gilgamesh had only heard of him and sent his curiosity over, and it had nearly killed him.

He wondered what terrifying potential danger there could be right now, when Gilgamesh inevitably heard of him from Forgemaster Vulcan. A genius Elderborn who could rapidly make Living Existential Armors.

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