Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4314

Chapter 4314: We Follow His Will! III

The Dead Early Creatures on the walls emanated shocking waves of power, their Complexity and Purity a chilling, silent scream that was at least a few thousand Quadrillion!

These were not The Dead as others knew them. These were The Prime Dead!

The interior of the grand citadel was a symphony of silent, ordered death. Massive, obsidian-white monoliths, each one carved from a single, impossibly large bone, rose everywhere, their surfaces etched with the intricate, geometric patterns of a forgotten, deathly Order.

Mountains of swirling white bones, each one a silent testament to a life extinguished, permeated the city and from them, a shocking amount of complexity pulsed.

Towards the center of this impossible city, a Dead Early Creature floated forward, her movements a graceful, silent ballet.

A pristine, white light of Order permeated the air around her, a stark, beautiful contrast to the deep, starless black of her hair, which shone resplendent with her own, terrible power!

She was a being of 4 Quintillion in Complexity, a queen in this kingdom of endings.

She nodded with a sharp, intelligent light in her eyes towards the other Dead Early Creatures she passed, each a titan of silent, ordered power!

Her path took her to a new, even more terrifying section of the city, an area filled and surrounded by... Dead Existential Armors.

Dead. Not Living Existential Armors.

They were suits of impossible, terrible beauty, their forms a fusion of polished, obsidian bone and shimmering, white-gold light.

They stood as silent, eternal guardians before a massive, monolith-like structure, a huge, white cube that shot up for thousands of miles into the starless sky.

The Dead Early Creature, without a word, passed through its great white doorways, her form a silent shadow in the brilliant light.

She crossed through its intricate, labyrinthine depths, her path sure and steady, until she arrived at the very heart of the monolith.

Here, more of the Dead Existential Armors stood, their hands clutching massive, spear-like weapons, their silent, helmeted gazes fixed on a single point at the center of the chamber.

And there, she found the one she had come to seek.

He stood before a great, obsidian forge, a being of such wild, glorious power that his very presence seemed to bend the very light of the room.

His white hair danced madly around his head, a storm of pure, untamed energy, and his power... his power was a number so vast it was a new language, a new reality.

Ten Quintillion!

HUUM

Quintillion. Quadrillion.

In the grand, terrible mathematics of existence, these were not just numbers; they were distinctions. To have one’s power measured in Quadrillions, even a thousand of them, was to be a being of immense, but ultimately, comprehensible might.

It meant you had climbed the mountain, but you had not yet seen the sky. It meant you had not yet found your Way of Existence.

But to be a being whose power was described in Quintillions... that was a different thing entirely. It was a demarcation, a sign that the being had not just accumulated power, but had found their Way.

The Dead Early Creature, the woman of 4 Quintillion, had come to this place to pay her respects to another who had found his.

She bowed, a gesture of profound, absolute deference.

The great being at the forge did not turn. He raised a massive, obsidian-white hammer, its head wreathed in the authorities of both Dead Existential Authority and a strange, cold, and absolute Dead Order, and he brought it down upon a new, glorious Dead Existential Armor he was forging.

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