Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4578: The First Tongue IX

In another corner of Ginnungagap, separated by countless Gigaparsecs from the peaceful shore where teaching was occurring, a very different scene unfolded.

While Noah received instruction on a single letter, a Phoneme of The First Tongue, something remarkably similar was manifesting elsewhere with far more violent intent.

The battle between THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin against the three Malformed Ginnu Lifeforms had escalated to a critical point. The serpentine dragon with crystallized obsidian scales had locked multiple heads around Tor’s arms, attempting to collapse his Way through dimensional compression. The massive arachnid struck from temporal angles, its legs piercing through past and future simultaneously. The liquid obsidian mass flowed between solid and ethereal states, absorbing attacks and reforming to strike back.

Tor cursed violently as he sensed something shifting in the fundamental nature of the battle.

"They are doing their monstrous things!" he roared with recognition and mounting frustration.

The three Malformed Ginnu Lifeforms suddenly stopped their physical assault. Their bodies began to vibrate with synchronized purpose, their malformed structures pulsing with concentrated power.

Faint flickers of pure Mana, hidden deep within their core existence, activated simultaneously.

They were speaking The First Tongue!

All three entities began to utter a single letter with tremendous effort and power expenditure. A letter that most closely represented the concept of Fire in existence’s native language.

The surrounding reality responded immediately to their pronunciation.

Multiple Grand Principles related to flame and combustion began to shimmer into visibility throughout the chaotic landscape. The Principle of Consuming Heat manifested as waves of distortion. The Principle of Elemental Fury pulsed with building intensity. The Principle of Rapid Transformation flickered at the edges of perception.

Then Singularity Principles began to respond as well, lending their incomparably greater weight to the utterance.

Three pillars of terrifying flame erupted simultaneously from the Ginnu Lifeforms, each with its own unique coloration based on the entity conjuring it.

The serpentine dragon produced flames of deep crimson mixed with obsidian black, spiraling upward with devouring hunger. The arachnid’s fire manifested as pale violet that existed partially in multiple temporal states, burning past and future simultaneously. The liquid mass generated silver white flames that shifted between solid and ethereal just like its own form!

All three pillars converged on THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin with devastating force.

Tor’s eyes widened with genuine alarm as he felt the concentrated power bearing down on them. This was by far the strongest attack they had faced in this entire miserable encounter!

THE Living Origin was already moving, her Way of Origin manifesting as defensive chains that attempted to bind the incoming flames to their foundational state before combustion. White gold barriers formed in intricate geometric patterns.

Tor released seas of obsidian crimson Hunger that devoured massive sections of the approaching fire, consuming the flames before they could reach them. His jaws opened impossibly wide, creating voids that swallowed existence itself.

The collision created spectacular explosions of conflicting authorities as fundamental concepts warred against each other.

Fire tried to consume. Hunger tried to devour. Origin tried to reduce everything to its source state.

The landscape around them scorched and cracked from the sheer intensity of power being exchanged. Reality itself groaned under the pressure of so many high level Principles activating simultaneously.

But despite the terrifying nature of the attack, both THE entities proved their competence and vast experience. Through coordinated effort and masterful application of their Ways, they managed to defend against and systematically disperse the converging pillars of flame.

Tor stood amidst the dissipating fire with expression of absolute rage. His entire body radiated killing intent as his Way pulsed with fury.

"Okay. Okay! That’s it!" he roared with voice shaking the environment. "I tried to hold back somewhat in this damned suppressive place, but no more restraint!"

His obsidian crimson Hunger exploded outward with terrifying new intensity.

They were holding back somewhat. Because they knew...one should not easily kill a Malformed Ginnu Lifeform! One Ginnu killed would have one branded and hunted down by all other Ginnu as they would not survive Ginnungagap!

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Back on the Primordial Genesis Shore, in the calm and ancient landscape, teaching continued without awareness of the violent events occurring elsewhere.

Ul’moreth settled into a teaching posture, his entire demeanor shifting to that of patient instructor.

|Now, Little Anomaly, I will break down the internal structure of this Phoneme so you can understand what you must reproduce,| he said with measured focus. |Pay attention to every detail, because pronunciation is absolutely critical. A single error in frequency, rhythm, or tonal quality will cause the Phoneme to fail completely, or worse, to produce unpredictable and potentially catastrophic results.|

Noah kept his eyes closed and breathed in and out with steady rhythm as he listened with complete concentration.

|The Phoneme of Fire begins with a rising pulse,| Ul’moreth explained with clarity. |You must start at a baseline frequency that resonates with undifferentiated Mana, then systematically increase the vibration rate. But this is not a smooth, continuous increase. It must follow a specific progression that matches the natural expansion rate of combustion.|

His voice carried the weight of precise instruction accumulated over eons.

|As you raise the frequency, you must simultaneously compress the Mana into tighter and tighter density. This creates internal tension, potential energy waiting to be released. The compression follows an inverse relationship to the frequency increase. As one rises, the other contracts proportionally.|

|When the frequency reaches a specific threshold, one that you will learn to recognize through practice, you must introduce a percussive accent. A sharp spike in intensity that punctuates the rising tone. This accent represents the ignition point, the moment when potential becomes kinetic, when compression transforms into expansion.|

|Immediately following the accent, you must allow the Mana to explode outward in a controlled expansion. Throughout all of this, you must maintain a specific emotional and intentional quality. The Phoneme is not just mechanics and mathematics. It carries meaning, purpose, identity. Fire is transformation, consumption, purification, destruction that enables renewal. Your intent must embody all of these qualities simultaneously without contradiction.|

Ul’moreth paused deliberately to ensure Noah was absorbing the full complexity of what was being taught.

|The entire sequence, from initial pulse to final expansion, must occur within a precise temporal window. Too slow, and the Phoneme loses coherence and dissipates without effect. Too fast, and the structure collapses before it can channel the surrounding Principles. The timing I am about to demonstrate represents the minimum viable duration for this Phoneme.|

The ancient being prepared himself again for another demonstration with teaching purpose.

|Watch now as I speak the Phoneme once more, but this time I will slow down the process significantly so you can observe each component separately. In actual practice, these elements blend together seamlessly, but for teaching purposes, I will separate them for your analysis.|

Ul’moreth began to vibrate again, but this time the Phoneme unfolded in deliberate slow motion.

Noah kept his eyes closed and sensed everything with pure Mana, seeing colors even more vibrantly through his enhanced perception. He could observe each distinct phase with crystalline clarity.

The rising frequency that climbed from baseline. The simultaneous compression that created visible density increase in the concentrated energy. The sharp percussive accent that marked the critical transition point. The controlled explosion outward in geometric patterns.

Rising, compression, accent, expansion.

And threading through all of it like a fundamental melody, the intentional quality that gave the mechanics meaning and purpose!

This time, because the Phoneme was spoken slowly for teaching demonstration, the resulting fire was considerably less intense. Instead of an infinite pillar reaching toward the sky, a controlled sphere of obsidian gold flame manifested above them, rotating slowly to display its internal structure.

|Do you see the framework now, Little Anomaly?| Ul’moreth asked with patient instruction. |Each component serves a specific purpose. Remove any single element, and the Phoneme fails. Execute any element incorrectly, and the result will be flawed.|

The teaching flame dissipated as Ul’moreth concluded his explanation.

|This is not simple energy manipulation where close enough produces acceptable results. The First Tongue demands precision because it is fundamentally linguistic rather than merely mechanical. You are not generating fire through brute force. You are speaking a word that means Fire, and existence responds to correct pronunciation.|

|Now, Little Anomaly,| Ul’moreth said with voice carrying both encouragement and challenge. |I have demonstrated the Phoneme twice. I have broken down its internal structure and explained each component. I have given you the theoretical framework you need to understand what you must accomplish.|

His presence seemed to focus entirely on Noah with concentrated teaching intensity.

|It is time for you to attempt speaking your first letter of The First Tongue. Do not expect success on your initial try, or your tenth, or your hundredth. Most entities require years of dedicated practice before they can produce even a flawed approximation of a single Phoneme. But you possess advantages that others do not. So perhaps you will surprise even these ancient expectations.|

Ul’moreth gestured for Noah to begin.

|Speak the Phoneme of Fire. Attempt to reproduce what I have demonstrated. And we shall see how quickly you can learn to speak existence’s native language.|

Truly speak in The First Tongue.

Noah could not help but smile as his mind currently existed in an unprecedented state of wonder and focused clarity.

He felt the beat of his Heart. He felt the rhythm of THE Organ of Civilization pulsing within his existence.

And he began.

Fire.

He knew Fire intimately. He held fire within him as one of his many cultivated concepts. Fire was one of his closest companions in his journey of advancement.

And he now simply needed to utter fire in a different language. In THE Language of Existence itself, in The First Tongue.

His Primus Mana burned with terrifying intensity as concentrated waves of The First Tongue surrounded him. His figure unconsciously began rising toward the skies, lifted by the sheer power flowing through him.

The rising frequency. The simultaneous compression. The sharp percussive accent. The controlled explosion outward.

He executed every single component in proper sequence with The First Tongue, and it felt natural. It felt normal, as if he should have always been communicating like this since the beginning of his existence.

And at the very end of the carefully structured sequence, he spoke.

|Fire.|

...!

HUUM!

The word could not possibly encompass what the character truly stood for in The First Tongue. It was simply the most literal and inadequate translation possible.

The moment he uttered it with proper pronunciation and structure, everything changed.

BOOM!

He felt his THE Organ of Civilization explode with advancement alongside the rest of his existence. His Complexity and Purity spiked upward by hundreds of Decillions instantly as THE Organ of Civilization right away exceeded twenty percent development in a single magnificent leap.

And when he opened his eyes to observe what he had created, wonder filled his being.

"Ah..."

He found himself floating at the center of a glorious and beautifully swirling hurricane of blue gold flames that rose infinitely toward the skies and began expanding outward across an entire Gigaparsec of space- powered by Principles he did not even have access to.

The flames were unique. They were Fire itself, the platonic ideal of transformative heat and consuming combustion, powered by the accumulated weight of that concept across all of existence.

They swirled around him in patterns of breathtaking complexity, forming geometric shapes that shifted and evolved. Blue gold light illuminated everything for vast distances, turning the sky into a canvas of primordial creative force.

Noah smiled with genuine sense of wonder mixed with recognition of the tyrannical power he had just manifested. He could instinctively feel the truth of what he had created.

These flames carried such concentrated authority that it would be impossibly difficult to find any Pre-THE entity who could survive contact with them!

Oh!

From speaking a single letter. From pronouncing one Phoneme of The First Tongue with adequate accuracy on his very first attempt.

Down below on the shore, far beneath the expanding hurricane of blue gold flames, two ancient beings looked at each other with very different expressions.

Ul’moreth stared upward at his student’s achievement with mixture of pride and shock.

|Well damn,| he said simply, his usual verbose nature momentarily stunned into brevity.

THE Fisherman had stopped his casual fishing entirely. His six arms were still as he gazed upward with serious and stern expression that contrasted sharply with his earlier playful demeanor.

When he spoke, his voice carried somber weight that made the gravity of the situation abundantly clear.

|This is dangerous, Ul’moreth,| he said with tone mixing concern and warning. |He is dangerous, which means he is therefore in immense danger himself. You have to be extremely careful with how you handle this Little Anomaly. One wrong step, and The Others will descend upon him.|

WAA!

The implications hung heavy in the air as they both continued watching Noah floating at the center of his first spoken word in existence’s native language.

A hurricane of blue gold fire that proclaimed to nearby regions of Ginnungagap that something unprecedented had just occurred, even as Ul’moreth and THE Fisherman moved to conceal!