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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5199: The Custos, Osmont! III
Chapter 5199: The Custos, Osmont! III
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Inside Dante’s domain, Noah stood amidst the shifting rose crystals and the pulsing coral furniture.He calmly tapped his chest with a crystalline finger, and a ripple of multicolored light spilled from his form as another Nearu Absolute Clone emerged from his existence with the silent grace of a predator.
This body retained his true, unfathomable face and the staggering Luxuria Ego of Infinity, its aura vibrating with an iridescent density that made the surrounding air feel heavy and thick with the scent of ozone.
He beckoned toward Custos Rani with a subtle tilt of his head, and in the next moment, the two of them disappeared from the room in a flash of iridescent brilliance, leaving only his original body in the form of Dante.
HUUM!
They reappeared within the private reaches of Custos Rani’s own domain inside THE Amaranthine Tower, a space that was draped in fabrics of woven starlight and scented with the cloying, engineered sweetness of rose-gold incense.
Rani immediately dropped to her knees upon the polished golden floor as she felt the suffocating weight of Noah’s true presence filling her sanctuary.
She spoke with a voice that was hushed and trembling, her galaxy-filled eyes lowered in a gesture of profound submission that suggested she was struggling to anchor her own foundations against the radiance of her master.
"Master, this place is entirely insufficient to host the glory of your existence, for it is merely a small and meager corner of thid place that I have called my own across the eons. I feel the poverty of my own weavings when placed beneath the shadow of your Infinity, and I find myself ashamed that I cannot offer a sanctuary more worthy of you as we begin our work in THE Braneworld..."
Noah waved his hand dismissively, his crystalline eyes scanning the opulent fabrics and the rose-gold pillars with a dry, pragmatic disdain that made the air within the domain feel colder.
"Hush and stand up, the quality of your silk and the fragrance of your incense are of little consequence to me when I’ve already decided to treat this entire domain as the starting point of my conquest. Right now, this citadel of Luxuria Gilded Ones and these wretched, debauchery lands of THE Velanthra are filled with Paleozoic Scale Gilded Ones of all types who currently do not know me, but that’s a condition I intend to rectify over the next few days with a surgical and absolute efficiency..."
HUUM!
"I want to spread my influence through the Houses to bring this entire continent-sized place under my control."
He took a slow step forward, the multicolored rivers of his power pulsing in a rhythmic, tyrannical cadence that resonated through the tower’s crystalline foundations.
"I’ll take things lightly for now to ensure we don’t draw the immediate and unwanted attention of THE Magna Sorora, for I have no interest in fighting a loud and messy war before I’ve properly anchored my foundations in this place. These Gilded Ones and all their engineered pride and their eons of unearned glory shall be the first to truly understand their place in the hierarchy, for they’re going to witness the historic and absolute control of a Bounded lifeform stand over them!"
WAA!
His eyes shone with glory!
"We’ll have to be mindful of the most dangerous Paleozoic Scale monsters currently here but...the first thing that has really interested me is...THE Sanctum Velanthra."
...!
Noah spent a long moment sorting through the fractured, iridescent memories of Custos Rani, finding that the most offensive disparity between his kind and these Gilded fuckers wasn’t just the raw density of their mana or the engineered perfection of their bodies.
It was the gatekeeping of knowledge, for while THE Bounded were left to scramble in the dirt for the scraps of an understanding they had to bleed for, THE Gilded had simply stolen the architectural blueprints of THE First Cause and called it their birthright.
Knowledge was the ultimate currency of power in THE Braneworld, and the specific hoard that interested Noah the most was a place nestled deep within the heart of this continent-sized domain of debauchery...a closely guarded sanctuary known as THE Sanctum Velanthra.
He closed his eyes in Custos Rani’s private domain and let the memories flow.
THE Sanctum Velanthra. It was a place holding information of...THE First Cause!
The sparse knowledge Custos Rani held regarding this place filtered through his consciousness with the patient clarity of information that had been kept deliberately vague from those below a certain standing, which told him immediately that whatever sat behind that name was something the Gilded considered genuinely worth protecting.
The first thing that landed in his mind was simple enough.
Bounded Lifeforms could not reach it.
Not as a matter of difficulty, not as a matter of climbing harder or cultivating longer or finding the right technique to bridge the gap. As a matter of categorical impossibility, structural and permanent, woven into the separation between the lower Observable Existence and THE Braneworld the same way the difference between water and fire was woven into their respective natures.
No Bounded Lifeform, regardless of what they had achieved or how exceptional their cultivation had proven, would find THE Sanctum Velanthra accessible without direct intervention from a Gilded One already present within it...which didn’t even matter since it was nearly impossible for Bounded Lifeforms to enter The Braneworld Observable Existence!
The Sanctum sat nested within THE Velanthra itself, which was already inaccessible to ordinary beings.
Three million Luxuria inhabited the broader domain and most of them would never cross into the Sanctum’s borders across the full span of their existences.
The border wasn’t marked by walls. It was marked by a shift in the quality of the surrounding existence so profound that beings who approached without sufficient standing found their own foundations pressing back against them, the space itself declining their entry without explanation or apology.
Several Superbius Gilded Ones across prior Ages had been turned back at the threshold.
That particular detail meant the Sanctum was not merely filtering for power. It was filtering for something else.
Entry required three simultaneous conditions, all established by THE Magna Sorora during the Sixth Age and maintained without amendment since!
