Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4339

Chapter 4339: KNEEL VI

Tatiana watched this display with eyes that blazed with fury so pure it could have ignited stars.

She stood alone now, the sole consciousness remaining among what had become a garden of kneeling corpses, each one a mockery of everything they had represented in life and death.

Noah’s gaze found hers, and when he spoke, his words carried the casual cruelty of absolute power amusing itself.

"Glorious. Tell me, Tatiana, Little Dream of THE Creature, do you think your corpse will also kneel after its collapse?"

Tatiana’s response was unexpected.

She smiled.

It was a sadistic smile of someone who knew secrets that her opponent had not yet begun to comprehend. When she spoke, her voice was low and haunting, threaded with a strange, almost sacred amusement.

"You speak of death as if it ends things," she said softly. "How small a thought for one who wields such ruin."

Her hollow features glowed faintly as she continued.

"Death is not an ending. It is a breath held between worlds...a pause in a song that never stops playing. We have walked its halls, tasted its silence, and found it lacking. To us, death is a door that only ever leads back to where we choose to stand."

Her golden pupilless eyes brightened, molten and resolute.

"The ones you’ve erased will rise again, Creature. They will awaken intact, unchanged, reborn in defiance. We are not creatures of single lives. We are echoes of THE Creature, and echoes... never die."

HUUM!

She tilted her head slightly, her smile widening with something cruel and knowing.

"The message has already reached the Cryptlands. THE Living Order stirs. Legions are gathering, those who remember the shape of existence before time had the courage to count. Soon, you will understand the Blessing of THE Creature. For now, we rest... and we will return."

...!

Her tone deepened, shadows curling around her words.

"I have stood before THE Dead Order," she whispered. "I have looked upon what makes even Order doubt its own name. Before them, you and I are nothing but dust waiting to remember we were once flame. They would need no weapon to unmake us. A breath would suffice. Perhaps less."

She spread her arms as if welcoming judgment itself.

"So bask in this, young one. Let pride warm you as it did Superbius before his fall. Enjoy your triumph. But know this...your fate was written long before you spoke your first word. You are living a script older than the concept of endings."

...!

Noah’s expression remained unchanged, cold and distant as a winter star. He regarded Tatiana with the same indifference one might show to an insect that had spoken particularly interesting last words before being crushed.

Nine Primordial Mana-Flame Wyrms descended around her in perfect synchronization, their combined fifty-four heads forming a cage of inevitable destruction!

Each head aligned with surgical precision, targeting specific points in her existential architecture that would preserve her body while annihilating everything else.

"Your words are noted," Noah said simply.

The wyrms fired.

Fifty-four beams of pressurized devastation converged upon Tatiana’s form simultaneously.

BOOM!

They rewrote the very concept of her existence, boring through layers of reality to find and extinguish the spark that made her who she was. Her body became a constellation of molten holes, each one a perfect circle through which one could see the devastation beyond.

Through it all, she never stopped smiling. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Even as her golden pupilles eyes began to dim, even as her consciousness flickered like a candle in a hurricane, that terrible, knowing smile remained fixed upon her features.

And then... darkness.

Her body stood for a moment longer, a monument to defiance that had finally been overcome.

But even in death, even with consciousness extinguished, her form resisted. Noah could feel it...some fundamental aspect of her being refusing to kneel even after everything else had been stripped away.

Noah rose from his throne of fire, and the simple act of standing sent ripples through reality itself. His voice, when it came, was no longer casual but filled with the terrible weight of absolute authority being genuinely exerted.

"KNEEL!"

The word was not spoken but imposed, branded upon the very fabric of existence itself!

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