Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4329

Chapter 4329: MANA! I

The scene was a paradox of glorious, terrible power.

A single, defiant figure stood wreathed in a sea of his own boundless Mana, surrounded by a pantheon of six colossal, spectral guardians. Before him, an army of endings waited, their silent, orderly ranks a testament to a power that had transcended the chaos of death!

In the span of an instant, a silent, lightning-fast conversation, a torrent of pure, conceptual data, flashed between Tatiana and the Prime Dead Early Creatures behind her as they communicated together simultaneously!

Tatiana’s thoughts were a blade of cold, precise logic.

"The enemy is utilizing a system similar to our own Living Astral Codex. The manifestations are potent, but they are temporary. All such abilities have a cost, a cooldown. He has played his hand too early."

Valerius, his half-skeletal face a mask of regal amusement, sent his own thoughts in reply.

"His power is impressive, for a fleeting moment. His Codex must be of a high grade, but it cannot be limitless. He may have ten, perhaps twenty Arcana at his disposal. Once their timers run out, he will be a firefly against a sun."

...!

Tatiana’s mind was a whirlwind of calculation as she nodded.

"He who is hasty in the hunt, who shows his full strength at the first rustle of leaves, will find his arrows spent when the true beast emerges from the shadows. The patient hunter, who waits, who observes, who understands that time is a weapon... he is the one who feasts."

She paused, a flicker of something almost like caution in her thoughts. "But treat this one with extreme care. He was capable of capturing and restraining THE Living Order. That is not the mark of a fool."

HUUM!

Another of the Prime Dead, a being whose form was a beautiful, grotesque fusion of bone and shadow, interjected.

"And what of The Living Order, Ashen Queen? If he falls, what is our protocol for her?"

Tatiana’s reply was a cold, absolute command. "While I hold him down, I will give the word. You will penetrate that protective domain. You will procure THE Living Order. And you will treat them with the respect they are due. They are a prize, not a prisoner."

The Prime Dead nodded in silent, unified assent. The plan was set. Tatiana’s gaze, now a thing of pure, unadulterated focus, settled on the defiant, flame-wreathed figure across the void.

"Child," she asked, her voice a demeaning, almost bored, inquiry, "what is your name?"

Noah did not answer. He simply stared at her, his expression a cold, unreadable mask. The six glorious, tyrannical manifestations behind him... the Badger, the Mountain, the Wheel, the Shark, the Saber Cat, the Shell... they stared back at her, their collective gaze a silent, crushing weight.

She did not wait for a reply she knew would not come.

She changed her tactics, her voice now a sharp, probing question. "Early Creature, what is your name? How did you get your hands on a Codex after the purge? Do you know that your actions are going against your Ancestor right now? Against THE Creature?"

...!

She knew the words were a potent weapon. All Early Creatures, in their own way, held a deep, almost instinctual, reverence for THE Creature. What was this one’s Origin? His Lineage?

But the entity opposite her simply looked on, his expression one of arrogant, almost pitying, amusement.

"I’ll be sure to check with my Lineage," he said, his voice a low, dangerous hum that was more terrifying than any shout, "but I can’t recall any time THE Creature came down to give a damn about me or anyone else. But... I truly don’t feel like talking right now. You talked a damn lot earlier. I feel like fighting right now. I feel like killing."

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