Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4340

Chapter 4340: CHEAT I

While a Tyrant began to fully and truly utilize Perpetual Harvest on one side of The Veil, his image...had already begun to spread on the other side of The Veil!

An unknown number of Gigaparsecs into The Dead Side of The Veil.

The Pillar of Order’s Repose stretched upward like a finger of pure white light pressed against the throat of existence itself.

It was massive.

Multiple Folds could have been stacked within its circumference and still not reached halfway around its base!

Its height disappeared into dimensions that eyes were not meant to perceive, ascending through layers of reality until it became less a physical structure and more a fundamental truth of this region’s existence.

Around this impossible monument, hundreds of thousands of Prime Dead Early Creatures floated in perfect meditation, their forms arranged in concentric circles that pulsed with the rhythm of a heart that had forgotten how to beat.

Each one sat cross-legged in the void, their consciousness turned inward, contemplating mysteries that would have shattered lesser minds like glass against stone.

For this was known throughout The Dead Side as a sacred ground, a place where THE Dead Order was known to occasionally reside when the weight of existence demanded her direct attention.

All seemed calm, peaceful in the way that death is peaceful...final, absolute, unchanging.

Then three figures shattered that peace.

Three Prime Dead Early Creatures, each one radiating power that measured approximately three quintillion in Complexity and Purity, tore through the void with the desperate urgency of those bearing news that could not wait.

Their forms blazed with authority that would have crushed Folds into quantum foam, yet they moved with the frantic energy of frightened children racing to tell their parents of some terrible thing they had witnessed.

They reached the periphery of the Pillar of Order’s Repose, that invisible boundary where space began to follow different rules, where the very concept of existence bent knee to something greater.

And then they simply... disappeared.

Inside.

One moment they existed in the void outside, the next they stood upon beaches of pure white sand that sparkled with grains that were not sand at all, but crystallized moments of Order given physical form.

White trees grew here, their bark the color of fresh bone, their leaves rustling with sounds that might have been whispers or might have been the echo of whispers spoken at the dawn of existence.

The air carried the scent of absolute certainty, of things being exactly as they should be, forever and always!

But it was not the trees or the beach that commanded attention.

All around them, pressing in from every direction without actually moving, the aura of terrifying Prime Dead Early Creatures could be felt.

Hundreds of them, perhaps thousands, each one a monument to power. They did not look at the newcomers...their gazes were fixed with absolute reverence toward the center of this impossible place.

There, barely visible through layers of light that seemed to fold in on themselves, a figure could be discerned.

Not seen, not observed, but... discerned, in the way one might discern the presence of a mountain through fog.

The three panicked messengers had barely materialized when they found themselves face to face with Forgemaster Vulcan.

His expression...carved from features that looked like they had been designed by someone trying to capture the concept of craftsmanship in flesh, twisted into a frown of severe displeasure.

His massive hands, each finger a tool that had forged wonders beyond imagination, moved in sharp, urgent gestures, trying to communicate without words that they needed to control themselves, to show proper respect in this place of places.

Yet before he could properly admonish them, before he could remind them of the protocols that governed behavior in the presence of greatness...

A voice spoke.

"Are these the children bringing in more news regarding THE Living Order, Vulcan?"

The voice was calm, wizened, carrying the weight of ages compressed into vocal form.

There was something in it that made one want to fall to their knees not from fear, but from the simple recognition that here was wisdom so profound that standing before it felt presumptuous!

...!

Vulcan’s entire demeanor shifted instantly. His frown melted into an expression of profound respect mixed with apology as he turned toward the center of this place, bowing his head slightly as he responded.

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