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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5505: Come! I
Chapter 5505: Come! I
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<THE Creature>Where did he end?
The question walked with him across the storming dark of THE Krazhor-Nul, as it had walked with him across every era since THE Wyld. His titanic body moved through the raging skies wrapped in obsidian flames, fossil ranges and drifting mountains sliding past beneath him, and the question turned itself over in his silence.
He was Existence. This was not philosophy, it was anatomy! His Pantheon took the shape of whatever surrounded him because whatever surrounded him was, in the deepest accounting, already his. The bone seas were him. The storm was him. The million-mile trees and the cursed rain and the ancient graves, all of it existence, and all of existence...him.
And yet.
Was the curse woven through this Dimension him? The curse clung to every string of this place, a sentence spoken by Those Who Remain, and when his flames passed through it, it did not feel like touching himself. It felt foreign! Like finding a scar on one’s back that one never remembered earning. And the statue, the inherited thing that rose when he called and stared where it pleased, was that him? It answered him. It was his. And yet every time it moved on its own, something in his ancient frame said borrowed, said debt!
Up to which point was it all him? And past which point did Existence become something foreign wearing his name?
He had no answer.
"Hm," THE Creature said to the storm, and kept walking.
And then he sensed it!
A grand aura of existence, far across the dark, old and vast and utterly still, the particular stillness of something mighty that had stopped being alive a very long time ago. His flat eyes narrowed as his path bent toward it, obsidian flames trailing behind his titanic strides, and the geography changed beneath him as he crossed, dark stone giving way to shores of rust-colored crystal, and then to the sea.
A vast red sea!
It stretched to every horizon beneath the storm, waters the deep arterial color of old blood, waves rolling slow and heavy as if the sea itself remembered grief. And upon those red waters, floating like a fallen mountain range...
Was a leg.
A single colossal severed leg, its pale flesh unrotted across what may have been ages, its scale so vast that clouds gathered around its heel, and the grandeur pouring off of it pressed upon the entire sea!
For this...was the limb of a Primeval One! A corpse-piece of one of existence’s apex beings, and even a piece of their body, even in death, was terrifying, its residual weavings humming with an authority that made the red waves kneel flat for miles around it!
And two figures were trying to eat it.
THE Creature’s gaze went cold as he took them in because he recognized something. Two True Lifeforms hovered above the colossal limb, golden radiance pouring off their frames as they worked siphoning weavings into the dead flesh, and they were struggling!
Sweat-light beaded off their golden brows as the Primeval limb’s residual grandeur fought their extraction at every thread, a dead thing still too proud to be drunk easily! And around each of them burned their natures plainly, one wreathed in the crimson storm of an elevated Ego of Ira, wrath refined across a True existence, the other wrapped in the towering golden pillar of an elevated Ego of Superbius, pride worn as law!
Gilded True Lifeforms.
His cold gaze held on them, and old detestation moved through his frame like a slow tide! He detested the entire structure of Gilded Ones. The harvesters! The golden civilization that had stood behind the reaping of First Causes from Observable Existences across many Ages, plucking the hearts of newborn domains while THE Primeval Ones stood behind them and blessed the harvest! He had planned, in the long ledger of his intentions, to one day gaze upon those Primeval Ones themselves, the ancient backers, the ones existence had somehow permitted to farm existence.
But Gilded True Lifeforms were a good place to start!
And there was also the limb. A Primeval One’s corpse-piece, dense with authority that even True Lifeforms strained to siphon, floating unclaimed upon a red sea. THE Creature could take that for himself!
He was honest with himself, as he was Existence and lying to himself was structurally embarrassing. His motivations here were self-serving! He knew exactly what he wanted to achieve. The detestation was real, the old grudge was real, but he was not here as an avenger of harvested Observable Existences. He was here because two things he disliked were holding one thing he wanted.
THE Creature stretched.
His titanic frame rolled its shoulders as obsidian flames climbed higher, and he measured the math plainly. One against two True Lifeforms, both Gilded, both elevated, both True, would be a challenge for him! A real one.
But he was born in Adversity, and he lived on Adversity!
So he went forward.
He did not announce himself. He did not offer pleasantries, or demands, or even a single word, for words were for negotiations and there was nothing here to negotiate! His obsidian flames began to rise in vast burning sheets as his stride lengthened across the red waves, and behind him, folding out of nothing, the titanic visage of the ancient statue bloomed, its faceless face staring down at the two golden figures with an immensity that made the sea shudder!
And already, silently, completely, before either Gilded True Lifeform had even turned around...
All of the surrounding existence had become his Pantheon!
The red sea was his. The storm above the limb was his! The rust-crystal shores and the kneeling waves and the very space the two harvesters floated in, all of it THE Pantheon of All Existence, and the two golden beings were no longer standing on a battlefield.
They were standing inside him in the most...significant way possible as at such a time...
THE Creature attacked!
