Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4303

Chapter 4303: This is MY Way! II

The King of Aethelgard laughed, a short, sharp, and utterly contemptuous sound.

"I do not need to be given a Civilization. And I have no desire to be entangled in the emotional, chaotic weavings of THE Living Emotive."

...!

THE Weavers remained still, their faceless hoods a void of unreadable intent. "In this case," their unison voice was a gentle, yet absolute, counter-argument, "you have to. It will benefit your Way of Existence... and your budding Civilization."

Gilgamesh was silent for a long, heavy moment. He looked at these three mysterious beings, at their quiet, unshakeable certainty, and he gave a single, almost imperceptible, nod of assent.

And then, it happened.

WUU!

The three hooded figures, who had been a single, unified presence, suddenly stopped. Their forms, which had been perfectly still, flickered!

A silent, internal conversation, a wave of pure, conceptual data, passed between them.

"Something is wrong," one of them, the one with the high, melodic voice, whispered, the word a fragile, uncertain thing!

"An interference with a budding Weaving of Existence we have set in place..."

The one with the dry, academic voice replied, its tone now sharp with a new, analytical coldness. "I cannot sense who... could THE Creature have noticed something? But they are occupied right now..."

HUUM!

The three of them rose as one. The calm, prophetic certainty they had projected was gone, replaced by a new, more profound, and utterly terrifying, silence.

They looked at each other, their faceless hoods a void of shared, unspoken concern.

"We will proceed carefully," their unison voice was now a low, dangerous whisper. "We will see what interference occurred, and where."

With those final, ominous words, they turned to Gilgamesh, a silent dismissal in their posture.

He looked at them, a new, cautious light in his golden eyes, and with a final, lingering glance, he vanished, leaving them alone in their silent, shadowed hall, with a new, unforeseen, and very, very dangerous variable in their grand equation!

—

It was cold, and yet a sense of terrifying warmth of knowledge and power was present in the center of a glacial expanse in the Earliest Folds...in a small corner of these vast Folds!

​Two figures sat upon glacial blue stones that seemed to be carved from frozen time itself.

One, a man exuding a quiet, analytical brilliance, held a simple stick, idly drawing intricate diagrams and cryptic words on the frozen ground.

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