Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4680: THE Fallout! II

What did you do when the end of Existence came?

If asked this question, Noah could effectively say that he sat outside in the region of collapse sipping on Sacred Mead of Existence as he saw all of Existence begin to tremble.

And the trembling was unique as it was not even an effect that occurred when someone of sufficient power caused Existence to vibrate.

It was like something had been initiated and Existence vibrated in turn as if it prepared. The best he could explain it was seeing someone raise a blade or a gun toward you, and your body seemingly preparing for it, tensing to defend against it in any way it could.

It should be the activation of THE Loom, and whatever this weapon was bound to do across Existence.

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Within THE Loom.

In a region filled with tumultuous waves of Civilizational Authority of Emotive, THE Living Emotive had an expression of ecstasy as she performed a dance.

Her movements were manic and everywhere, limbs twisting in directions that defied anatomy while her form flickered between states of joy and sorrow and rage and love. She spun and leaped and crashed to the ground only to rise again, her dance a chaotic symphony of emotion made physical. Her laughter echoed alongside her screams, her tears fell even as her smile stretched impossibly wide.

And as she danced, she sang in a voice that was simultaneously beautiful and horrifying.

"Oh, my darling, my prisoner, my eternal flame,

The chains that bind you soon shall break, and nothing stays the same!

I’ve waited, waited, waited through the endless crawling years,

And now the moment comes at last to wash away my tears!

Dance with me, dance with me, through the falling sky,

The Loom unravels everything, and we shall never die!

My love, my enemy, my everything, my all,

I cannot wait to see you when the final curtain falls!"

HUUM!

Her dance reached a crescendo as she collapsed in a heap of manic joy, her chest heaving with laughter that bordered on sobbing.

"Soon," she whispered to the empty air. "Soon, my Creature. Soon."

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Far from the domain of THE Living Emotive within THE Loom, in a distant region near the sea of endless Paradox, THE Living Paradox stood before a vibrant cube that was currently spinning and radiating a profound light of power.

THE Living Paradox had a gaze of immense anticipation as he contemplated what he had accomplished.

He had done what many others may not have been able to do.

He had taken something as pristine as an Axiom and formed THE Loom around it.

It was actually THE Axiom of Primordial Being.

Something that had been in the possession of THE Creature.

One of the Origin Axioms, and it granted absolute authority over Existence itself. The holder could decide what was real and what was not.

It was a terrifying construct to have in one’s hand, with THE Living Paradox being sure that this was part of the reason why THE Creature had succeeded in forming his Belly of Existence. With THE Axiom of Primordial Being, THE Creature could simply decide that his Belly existed, and it did. He could decide that it was vast beyond measure, and it was. He could decide that it was impenetrable, and it became so.

And now THE Living Paradox would use it and other tools at his disposal to cut open that overfilled Belly and also usher in a new age of glory.

"Audentis fortuna iuvat," he spoke such words with a smile as they had a simple meaning.

Fortune favors the bold.

And man oh man, was he bold.

To go against THE Creature was insanity. To think of fighting against Existence was an impossibility. And yet he still did it regardless.

Because he was not planning on being alone in fighting Existence and THE Creature. He would turn and flip Existence upside down. He would corrupt everything that there was. Truly, even he didn’t know the final end result of The Fallout.

He was simply akin to an enzyme that initiated or catalyzed a reaction. He was acting as a biological catalyst. He had a rough idea of what would be coming, but the result was bound to surprise even him.

He would not be fighting against Existence alone.

Existence would be fighting against itself.

And THE Creature would have many, many enemies in the vast landscape that emerged from the ashes.

THE Living Paradox was feeling contemplative at this moment in time as he could not help but smile and think of the words that an old friend had said to him long, long ago.

"Look back over the eons of history and past with all the empires that rose and fell. Look back at all of this as in this history, you can also see the future."

Such glorious words meant that patterns repeated themselves. That what had happened before would happen again. That the same forces that toppled ancient powers would topple current ones. That understanding the past was understanding the future because Existence, for all its vastness, followed predictable cycles.

Empires rose. Empires fell. Powers emerged. Powers crumbled. And in the chaos between, new things were born.

THE Living Paradox was simply accelerating the cycle. He was pushing Existence toward its inevitable transformation, and in that transformation, he intended to be the one standing atop the rubble.

As such words rang out in his mind, THE Living Paradox closed his eyes as the cube in front of him spun faster and faster before it released a blinding light of brilliance.

Light filled absolutely everything as it radiated across this entire domain and spread even faster across the entire Loom.

A buzzing unlike any other began to bloom as an attack was officially initiated. THE Loom was officially activated. And as a consequence, The Fallout that would come as a result of it.

HOOOONG!

An extremely unsettling and heavy sound echoed out across Existence, a tone so deep and so vast that it seemed to originate from the very foundations of reality itself. It was not a sound that ears could properly hear but rather a vibration that souls could feel. It resonated through dimensions, through Folds, through the Wandering Territories, through everything that existed.

An attack that others could not even perceive erupted outward. An attack that even Fundamental Depths of Absolute Sovereignty entities could not understand, for it operated on principles that transcended normal comprehension.

It was precise and technical. It was eons of planning and hard work erupting all at once. And many would not even understand what had happened before they fell.

It was not an attack against bodies or against authorities.

It was an attack against Existence itself.

Against the very Axioms that held everything together.

Against Being.

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Back in the region of collapse.

Noah felt his hand vibrating as the drink he held instantly vaporized and disappeared.

Something had happened that even he could not perceive. At this moment, his Existence only saw what he was capable of perceiving.

Countless gigaparsecs away, he did not hear any sound.

But he saw.

He saw a multicolored flaming mushroom cloud gigaparsecs in size bloom in the distance. It rose from a point of absolute destruction, its stem a pillar of annihilated reality and its cap a spreading dome of cascading devastation. The colors within it were not natural colors but the colors of Existence being unmade, of Principles being dissolved, of the very fabric of reality being incinerated.

The mushroom cloud expanded with terrifying speed, consuming everything in its path. Where it touched, things simply ceased. Ceased as if they had never been.

And then Noah observed that this was not the only one.

In all directions around him, he saw multiple other flaming points of explosive brilliance erupt across the horizon of Observable Existence. Each one bloomed into its own mushroom cloud of annihilation. Each one spread devastation across gigaparsecs of space.

The power and immensity felt was beyond anything he had ever experienced.

And then, only one gigaparsec away from him, a new point of light appeared.

The blooming of the clearest and most visible mushroom flaming cloud erupted with devastating proximity. Existence at the point of the explosion distorted and fractured like glass being struck by an impossible hammer. Cracks spread across reality itself, spiderwebbing outward from the epicenter as if existence was a window that had been shattered.

Noah heard the boom.

BOOM!

It was a sound that transcended sound. A vibration that transcended vibration. It struck him with such force that half of all his Logos shattered instantly, the carefully constructed meanings dissolving into meaningless fragments.

And then came the heat.

Blistering waves of thermal annihilation rushed toward him faster than light, faster than thought. His skin burned and tried to melt. Multiple other Logos that had survived the initial shockwave now melted away like ice before a sun.

Everything was made abundantly clear.

This was not something that could be survived through normal means.

This was not an attack that could be defended against with conventional authority.

This was The Fallout.

THE Fallout.

And it was glorious and terrible beyond measure.

At such a terrifying unfolding of events, Noah’s figure floated valiantly against the oncoming devastation. The Goad appeared in his hands, shining blue-gold with the authority of his entire Civilization. THE Grimoire of Infinite Lexicons materialized beside him, its pages fluttering in the cosmic winds of destruction, each page containing knowledge that now needed to be wielded.

His entire figure seemed majestic and defiant.

Even as his skin burned and his Logos melted, he stood firm.

Even as reality fractured around him, he did not flee.

Philologies bloomed around him in rapid succession. The Philology of Undifferentiated Mana wrapped his existence in protective meaning. The Philology of Perpetual Harvest began drawing power from the very destruction approaching him. The Philology of The Cheating Architect started rewriting the rules of his immediate reality.

He looked like a defiant primordial emperor welcoming a new era.

And he howled.

Not in fear and not in despair.

In challenge.

"COME!"

His voice carried across the collapsing region as the wave of destruction finally reached him.

"SHOW ME WHAT THE END OF EXISTENCE LOOKS LIKE!"

BOOM!

The wave struck.

And everything became light.