Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4681: THE Fallout! III

Okay. So, maybe experiencing the effects of THE Fallout with his own body was ill-advised.

But Noah’s intuition was never wrong as he felt like he had to do this.

He knew that Depth may not necessarily matter when it came to surviving THE Fallout. He knew that the answer lay with The First Tongue.

It was why even in The Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature, every single surface was absolutely filled with glimmers of The First Tongue.

And it was why his own Infiniverse had an array of Logos permeating every surface of its barrier that was deemed THE Infinite Loom.

A shelter against THE Fallout.

In addition to that, THE Faraday Cage had also been deployed as it consisted of THE Stanchions of Infinity, surrounding THE Infiniverse like an impenetrable cage.

Because of this, because these Stanchions were a part of his being, he could already be considered to have been experiencing THE Fallout externally.

Having a body out here to see exactly how the changes in Existence would unfold was just an additional step that was pretty much the same.

But man.

It was excruciating.

The sensation of sounds that atrophied Existence itself, of burning that radiated all around and even melted the very connections and framework of The First Tongue.

All of it was absolutely excruciating as the only reason that his Existence was not completely erased within the first few nanoseconds was because he was regenerating the Logos of The First Tongue as rapidly as they were being destroyed.

THE Fallout destroyed, and he simultaneously returned each of them an instant after.

But it did not mean that he was spared from the unfathomable sensation of existential destruction. Even if one gave away their Everything of Pain and Sensation and Feeling, they would still feel this.

The apocalyptic atmosphere around him was one of absolute devastation. Multicolored flames of existential annihilation roared in all directions, each flame a different aspect of destruction made manifest. Some flames burned with the violet of unraveling time. Some burned with the crimson of collapsing causality. Some burned with colors that had no name because the concepts they represented were being erased even as they manifested.

The very fabric of reality was tearing apart around him, and through the tears, one could glimpse something beyond. Something that was not void but rather the absence of the possibility of void. Something that was not nothing but rather the erasure of the concept of something.

It was fucking confusing.

His body stood defiantly against this maelstrom, blue-gold authority pulsing desperately against the multicolored annihilation. His skin regenerated only to burn away again. His Logos reformed only to melt once more. His Philologies wove themselves together only to be unwoven by forces that seemed to specifically target the very structure of The First Tongue itself.

And as he did all of this...

Where The Wandering Territories used to be, THE Infiniverse itself stood like a boat in extremely horrid waters.

The illusory figure of Ruination stood beside THE Tyranny Stanchion of Infinity that should have been absorbing all the apocalyptic destruction. And yet even she was frowning as her body that should not be perceptible to damage felt a sense of heat permeating over it.

Beside her, the figure of THE Infiniverse manifested with an expression of grim determination.

"We prepared for ten times worse than we expected," THE Infiniverse said with a voice that held both frustration and resolve, "and yet THE Infinite Loom is barely holding on."

BOOM!

The barrier shuddered as another wave of Fallout crashed against it, the Logos lining its surface flickering dangerously.

"The Logos and Philologies of The First Tongue that are lining up THE Infinite Loom are being destroyed as rapidly as they are being reformed," THE Infiniverse continued, her jeweled eyes analyzing the situation with desperate precision. "But the moment that the existential cataclysm and degradation of The Fallout increases an octave higher, the rate at which we produce Logos and Philologies will fall behind. THE Infinite Loom would be overwhelmed. THE Faraday Cage would follow."

Her voice grew heavier with each word.

"This is not sustainable. The flames of THE Fallout would sweep into THE Infiniverse right after, and anything below THE Fundamental Depth of Absolute Sovereignty would be scorched out of Existence before even realizing it. Everything Master has built...gone in an instant."

...!

Ruination held an imperious gaze as she processed this information. Right after, her eyes flashed with decisiveness.

"Sis," Ruination said with sudden intensity, "distribute all the pressure Creative Mode is taking onto me. I may have a use for it."

...!

The situation was absolutely horrid. They prepared. They really did. Even after scaling their preparations upward by more than ten times in expectation of just how horrendous The Fallout would be, somehow even this was off.

The very integrity of Existence, the Principles flowing all around, the very makeup of The First Tongue, every single thing seemed to be undergoing change and degradation into something unrecognizable.

It even seemed like the scorching flames of The Fallout were specifically targeting The First Tongue itself.

As if THE Living Paradox had designed this weapon to attack the very language of creation.

As if he sought to unmake not just Existence but the ability to describe Existence.

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In The Early Veiled Shore of THE Creature.

Anaximander’s expression was heavy, with another body of Noah standing beside him as they watched everything around them tremble.

As if the entire Shore was quaking and on the verge of shattering. The countless lifeforms within it looked up and all around with a sense of fear that transcended species and cultivation and origin.

Because at this moment, all of them could feel a prelude of the heat. A heat that told them if it did truly descend, they would not even be capable of thinking of the act of defiance against it.

It would scorch absolutely everything that they knew.

At such a momentous occasion, the figure of Anaximander grasped The Goad of THE Creature tightly. His knuckles whitened around the ancient stick as his brilliant eyes analyzed the situation with scientific intensity, searching for variables that could be adjusted, for factors that could be controlled.

Nearby, the figures of THE First Hunger and THE Living Origin rose up and floated into the skies.

THE Living Origin’s entire body was shimmering with white brilliance at this time. In this moment, there was not really anything much that an individual could do. The means of THE Creature were really the only thing that could potentially be a saving grace in all of this.

And yet, at this moment, THE Living Origin floated up as if she was about to do something!