Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4562: There’s Bad, Then There’s BAD III

Limitation.

A limitation was not a cage from which existence must desperately escape, but rather the very mold that gave reality its fundamental shape and definition.

To rage against perceived boundaries was to rage against one’s own existence in futility. It was only within the finitude of a single wave that one could discover the infinite endlessness of the ocean of possibilities.

So truly, one should rage against their perceived limits with full conviction. Find that endless ocean of possibilities beyond assumed constraints.

Far from the Infinite Unfurling, separated by eons of temporal distance, in the current era where multiple threats converged...

In the Transcendent Paradoxical Folds, a battle of extraordinary scale was unfolding with devastating consequences for the surrounding space.

Schrodinger floated above the battlefield with expression mixing determination and regret. The Sovereignty of Chaos and Paradox had formed into a massive obsidian-gold sea above his position, stretching for countless Gigaparsecs.

He was channeling all of its concentrated weight and authority downward with focused intent. All of its crushing immensity was being directed onto a single target.

The Infiniverse herself.

And remarkably, she was withstanding the impossible pressure through sheer determination and conviction!

Behind her position, members of The Vital Chorus Specialization all had blinding green-gold light surging continuously into her existence, providing regenerative support.

Simultaneously, The Infinite Bulwark Specialization was actively withstanding and systematically spreading all the damage she was taking across their collective existence. Millions of Primus Inevitabilities sharing the burden of authority that should have collapsed her instantly.

But even with The True Expression of The Sovereignty of Mana and Hunger actively supporting The Infiniverse through the connection she maintained with Noah across temporal barriers, it was just barely enough to hold defensive ground against Schrodinger.

And he did not even seem entirely serious in his assault.

Schrodinger’s voice echoed across the battlefield with philosophical weight.

"I have nothing personal against you truly," he said with voice carrying genuine honesty. "I have nothing against Osmont either as an individual. Even now at this moment, I am not unleashing everything that I possess. Because I still believe there could potentially be a functional relationship between us moving forward."

His expression showed conflict.

"I know that these are the cruel games of entities possessing unfathomably more complexity and purity than we can comprehend. I understand this reality. But sometimes those of us who are comparatively weak can do nothing but play along with the game we are given."

As he spoke these words, Schrodinger’s expression was actually forlorn and even looked slightly disappointed in himself. As if he knew fundamentally that this was not who he truly was or wanted to be.

But at this point in circumstances, what else was there to do but continue?

So The Infiniverse struggled desperately to hold back the crushing weight of the sea of Sovereignty above her. Beside her position, Khor released countless crimson jaws of Hunger to systematically devour as much of the oppressive authority as she possibly could.

But their overall situation was not changing for the better despite their efforts.

And at such a critically desperate time, new variables entered the equation.

"Now then, you all seem to be having a whole lot more fun over here than expected," a radiant but frustrated voice echoed out across space.

Reality folded and tore apart violently as new entrances were forcibly created. With a visibly frustrated Ambessa in the lead, the small legion of Avatars composed of False THE entities from THE Loom made their appearance off to the side.

They looked around at everything occurring with analytical assessment.

Ambessa blinked rapidly when she observed the figure of Schrodinger floating above. Her frustrated expression faded away rapidly as recognition dawned.

The gazes of The Infiniverse and Khor flickered with concern as this new threat manifested. Schrodinger also turned his attention toward Ambessa and the others with interest.

Ambessa knew his face extremely well. She had personally moved the unconscious vessels to hide them in various secure locations not too long ago during her service.

So at this moment, she frowned with genuine hesitation before speaking carefully.

"Esteemed Paradox, is that truly you in control?" she asked with uncertainty evident in her tone.

Schrodinger looked toward her and frowned before responding with calm clarity.

"If you are referring to THE Living Paradox consciousness, then no, he is not currently in control," he said with measured explanation. "Though I have come to certain terms with him. Your direct assistance is not required here. I will personally collect Osmont as planned."

The False THE entities arrayed behind Ambessa blinked and looked at each other with silent communication. One of them stepped forward and voiced out with grand authoritative tone.

"Our assigned goal here involves the one known as Osmont, yes," they said with voice carrying weight. "But alongside eliminating him, we are tasked with ensuring his entire Civilization also collapses completely. We are here to guarantee that no trace of his Civilization’s foundation remains intact."

The False THE Avatar looked directly at The Infiniverse, Khor, and the millions of Primus Inevitabilities with dismissive contempt before finishing his statement.

"So all of these insignificant dredges of life gathered here..." he said with casual cruelty. "All these weak things must also collapse into nothingness."

BOOM!

Enemies had converged from multiple directions simultaneously.

And at such a time when circumstances already appeared catastrophically bad for Noah’s forces, existence itself began to buzz and shake with new disturbance.

In the next instant from yet another unexpected direction, a terrifying aura of Pre-THE authority bloomed and raged outward wildly across the battlefield.

And this particular aura was saturated completely with the unmistakable weavings of Death itself.

Space tore open with force as a massive shattered fragment of an Early Veiled Shore emerged like a vessel. Standing prominently at its forefront was a figure that radiated casual menace mixed with ancient power.

Damian, The Disciple of THE Creature, had arrived.

His white hair seemed to absorb light rather than reflect it, and his crimson eyes gleamed with predatory interest as he surveyed the chaotic battlefield. His long coat moved with wind that carried the scent of graves and endings.

Behind him stood the impressive but small legion of Guiders of Order, each one radiating authority in the Septillions or Nonillions of Complexity. They formed perfect ranks as if prepared for systematic warfare.

The arrival created an immediate and complex standoff between multiple factions. The Infiniverse and her forces all stood against...Schrodinger acting under compulsion, The False THE Avatars from THE Loom seeking complete annihilation, and now the Dead Existences led by a Pre-THE entity.

The one to break the tense silence was Damian himself.

He looked around at all the various powers arrayed against each other with expression mixing amusement and boredom. His crimson eyes scanned the faces systematically as if searching for something specific.

Then he yawned with deliberate casualness that suggested supreme confidence in his own capabilities, completely unconcerned by the gathered powers.

"There would not happen to be a lady called Sigrid here, would there?" he asked with voice carrying both politeness and underlying threat!