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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5683: Ten Nanoseconds! I
Chapter 5683: Ten Nanoseconds! I
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<THE Creature>A Dimension about to change hands holds its breath heavily.
The burning skies of THE Vhelgaros hung low and red over a plain of cracked black stone that stretched across an entire Observable Existence, and upon that plain, two armies faced each other in a silence so heavy that even the wind had chosen a side and stopped moving!
On one side stood the army of THE Creature.
Hundreds of Primeval Ones floated in loose, grand formations behind him, titans of bone and Ego and petrified starlight, generals and soldiers alike gathered across multiple Observable Existences under the banner of a single masked figure wreathed in obsidian and white-gold flames.
They had knelt to him one by one across this campaign, some through defeat and some through awe, and every one of them now watched their Great Ruler hover at the front of their formation with the calm of a being who had never once needed to raise his voice to be obeyed!
And on the other side... stood the monsters of the old order!
The seated ruler’s army sprawled across the horizon, and it was a stranger army by far, because Primevals and Descendants stood mixed within it, the bred children of THE Immense Ones marching beside the ancient titans they usually scorned, unified beneath a single monstrous bloodline!
At their head towered the ruler of THE Vhelgaros.
Ghurvakh, THE Horned Sovereign!
He was a mountain of cursed majesty!
His massive body stood hunched and coiled with terrifying power, gnarled arms thick as fortress pillars hanging low, a heavy tail of plated muscle dragging furrows through the black stone behind him.
Horns erupted from everywhere upon him, curling from his skull, his shoulders, his spine, his forearms, a forest of cracked golden horn that had grown wild across Ages, and beneath the horns his flesh was grey and ancient and carved with old glowing wounds that had never fully agreed to close. An omen given a throne. A curse that had out-lived everything that cursed it!
And beside him stood his wife.
Descendant Ilvexa carried the same monstrous grammar in a leaner frame, her horns sweeping back from her skull in long elegant curves of black gold, her hunched shoulders draped in imperial silks that no tailor had ever designed for a body like hers, her clawed hands folded with a courtly grace that made the monstrousness more unsettling rather than less.
She was a Descendant of THE Immense Ones who had been born an omen and had made the omen regal, and her burning eyes held the only thing on that entire side of the battlefield that resembled caution!
THE Creature looked at the two of them and understood the arrangement of this Dimension in a single glance. A Primeval One of terrifying depth, and a Descendant whose lineage kept the architects’ favor flowing. Power married to permission. A monopoly with horns!
And above all of it... existence itself had come to watch!
Two eyes hung in the burning sky.
They were not clouds and they were not suns. They were gazes, vast and lidless, pressed through the firmament from somewhere unfathomably far above, each one large enough to reflect the entire battlefield in its depths, and every lifeform on the plain below could feel the weight of their attention crawling across their existence like the shadow of something too large to have a shape!
Waves of information bloomed across the whole Dimension, cascading into the minds of every Primeval and Descendant present, for the Ruling wished ALL of its audience informed!
|Two of THE Immense Ones have turned their gazes upon THE Narrative of Existence: The Grand Succession.|
|THE CACKLING BUTCHER has arrived to spectate. It adores successions. It adores them best when they are wet.|
|THE STARVING CONNOISSEUR has arrived to spectate. It has consumed the endings of ten thousand dynasties and declares most of them bland. It hopes, without much optimism, that this one will have flavor.|
...!
The two gazes were nothing alike, and everyone beneath them could feel it!
The eye on the left trembled constantly with something that could only be called mirth, its vast iris quivering the way a throat quivers around laughter that never ends, and the pressure that rolled off it was hot and eager and horribly festive, as though slaughter were a holiday and it had arrived early to get a good seat!
The eye on the right did not move at all. Its attention lay across the battlefield cold and flat and evaluating, the gaze of a critic at a meal, and its pressure was somehow worse, because the left eye wanted everyone to die entertainingly, while the right eye had already concluded that most of them would die poorly and was simply waiting to be proven wrong!
|THE CACKLING BUTCHER looks forward to the bloodbath!|
|THE STARVING CONNOISSEUR reminds the participants that anticipation is the finest seasoning, and that they are taking too long.|
The armies shuddered beneath the information! Lesser Primevals pressed themselves lower to the stone. Descendants clutched at their lineages like children clutching blankets. To be watched by one Immense One was a legend. To be watched by two was a sentence!
THE Creature floated at the front of his army, looked up at the two vast eyes with his masked face, and gave them exactly as much attention as he gave the wind.
Then he looked at Ghurvakh, THE Horned Sovereign, and he weighed him honestly.
The old monster was stronger than him! It was not close. The Sovereign’s depth rolled off his horned frame in slow tectonic waves, Ages of hoarded authority packed into cursed flesh, and behind him his mixed army outnumbered THE Creature’s Primevals by a wide and simple margin. If the two armies met, THE Creature’s side would pay a toll of blood so vast that victory would be indistinguishable from ruin!
A lesser ruler would accept the toll. Rulers had been spending their people that way since the first crown.
THE Creature raised his voice, and it rolled across the plain!
"A Great Ruler does not watch and lead all his people to a massacre if he can prevent it," THE Creature declared. "Leave our armies behind, as you and I can duke it out. Winner takes fuckin all."
BOOM!
...!
The battlefield went still in an entirely new way!
Hundreds of Primevals on both sides stared at the masked figure! A duel! A succession of an entire Dimension, dozens of Observable Existences, two full armies and a married monopoly of Ages... settled between two beings alone!
Beside the Horned Sovereign, Descendant Ilvexa’s burning eyes narrowed, and she frowned!
She did not speak aloud. Her caution moved through the marriage-weavings between them instead, silent and urgent, and everyone watching could read its meaning from her clawed hand closing around her husband’s gnarled forearm.
Do not do this. We hold the numbers. We hold the ground. Do not hand the challenger the only battlefield where his weakness does not count!
Ghurvakh, THE Horned Sovereign, looked down at his wife’s hand.
Then he looked at the masked Great Ruler floating before two armies, alone, offering to spare both sides the grave, and something ancient and prideful and long-bored moved behind the old monster’s burning eyes. He had sat this throne for Ages. He had collected tribute and permission and the slow rust of unearned peace. And here, at last, was a thing his own size, speaking the old language!
The Horned Sovereign gently removed his wife’s hand from his arm.
"Agreed," Ghurvakh rumbled, and his voice cracked the stone plain for miles!
WAA!
|The terms of THE Grand Succession have been amended!|
|The Leading Conqueror and the Seated Sovereign have agreed to single combat. Winner takes all. The Dimension itself shall bear witness and enforce the outcome.|
|THE CACKLING BUTCHER is DELIGHTED! It declares this the correct and proper shape of a succession and showers the battlefield with its approval!|
|THE STARVING CONNOISSEUR concedes, grudgingly, that the meal has become interesting.|
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