Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4928: Ganging Up On Bazuman! II

The pressure congealed into physical form, becoming a sea of crimson undifferentiation that instantly settled all around THE Agora like a tide of dissolution washing over everything it touched.

The red light pressed against Noah’s skin with weight that felt like being submerged in water that wanted to unmake him.

It permeated through the air, through the stones, through the very fabric of existence in this region, seeking to dissolve definition wherever it found purchase.

And this undifferentiation carried a glimmer of Infinity and profound Paradox!

It felt like the exertion of overwhelming will made manifest, like the authority of undifferentiation pressing against everything that dared to be differentiated. The moment it erupted, structures throughout THE Agora began to waver, their defined edges becoming uncertain, their solid forms questioning whether they were truly solid at all.

Noah withstood it with his existence alone!

His Infinities burned brilliantly across his form, blue-gold flames rising from every aspect of his being to press back against the crimson tide.

The sensation was like standing in a river that wanted to sweep him away, but his feet remained planted on bedrock that couldn’t be moved!

Absolute Immovable Object!

Where the undifferentiation touched his light, it didn’t find purchase. His nature regenerated faster than it could be unmade, his definition reasserting itself with every nanosecond that passed!

He felt the pressure,yes. But he wasn’t undifferentiated.

He remained exactly what he was.

Beside him, THE Primordial Paradox was surrounded by obsidian-gold light that formed a bubble of absolute protection around his form. The paradoxical authority that comprised his existence simply declared that undifferentiation couldn’t affect him, and reality accepted that declaration without question. Not a single mote of crimson light penetrated his barrier. He stood as an island of perfect calm within the sea of dissolution.

But the four Strategoi behind them...

Glossikos had solemn expression on her features as crimson undifferentiation lapped against her linguistic authority, her weavings struggling to maintain coherence against the pressure.

Khaotikos shifted between states with increasing desperation, trying to find a configuration that the undifferentiation couldn’t affect, finding none. Ontikos emanated the weight of Existence itself, but even Existence wavered beneath pressure that sought to make it forget what existence meant.

And Paradoxos, this two faced bum, despite his affinity for paradox, found that Bazuman’s undifferentiation was paradoxical in ways that his own authority couldn’t fully counter.

These four were actually struggling!

The mere exertion of pressure from this Undivided One was that grand, that overwhelming, that it could challenge four Strategoi of THE Agora simultaneously through nothing more than its released Immensity.

Bazuman looked toward Noah with all of its eyes, and every single one of them smiled with the same brutal amusement that had preceded its laugh. Its tentacles reached toward him through the crimson tide, mouths at their tips opening with hunger that made his stomach pulse.

"I. Want. You!"

BOOM!

It erupted thereafter!

Noah observed as around Bazuman, the manifestation of its power unfolded in configurations of Civilizational wonder.

Echoes...began emerging from its churning mass.

Not physical beings, but impressions of beings. Reconstructions formed from Bazuman’s perfect memory of everything it had ever consumed. They poured forth from its surface like spirits rising from a grave.

They took shapes that spoke of Absolutes from before THE Infinite Unfurling, of creatures that had ceased to exist everywhere except within Bazuman’s infinite recollection.

They were things...that Bazuman had swallowed and undifferentiated.

Echoes filled with whispers came first, faint impressions that attacked with fractions of their original power but in overwhelming numbers. Hundreds of them... translucent forms that launched toward Noah and THE Primordial Paradox and the struggling Strategoi with attacks that shouldn’t have been possible from beings who no longer existed.

More followed, stronger manifestations. Noah saw the forms of Absolutes he didn’t recognize, wielding authority that felt ancient even by the standards of Observable Existence. They spoke Embodiments and released attacks based on methodologies that had been lost to history for eons uncounted.

But even this wasn’t the extent of Bazuman’s horror.

Its form split open.

The spherical mass that comprised its body cracked down the center like an egg being hatched, and from within that crack emerged light that held no color.

It was a pocket dimension of pure undifferentiation that existed within Bazuman’s interior, a space where the rules of Existence ceased to apply and all things trended toward eternal dissolution.

This was where Noah had been swallowed into before!

Gravitational pull erupted from the opening, affecting everything nearby. Noah felt it tugging at his existence, felt his body lean forward slightly before he braced himself against the pull. The echoes that Bazuman had manifested became more numerous as it drew upon deeper reserves within itself. The very air became hazardous, proximity to Bazuman causing passive dissolution that began working on anything that drew too close.

Tentacles became more aggressive, seeking to drag opponents into that horrifying interior. And across Bazuman’s wounded surface where the split had formed, additional mouths began manifesting.

Such terrifying power unfolded!

All of the horrors that Bazuman manifested created a suction force that dragged everything toward the yawning maw at its core!

Noah could see structures of THE Agora being pulled toward the endless light of undifferentiation, ancient stones that had witnessed eons of judgment now sliding across the ground toward consumption.

Even the figures of the four Strategoi weren’t still. They were being pulled while they resisted, their feet scraping against ground and skies that offered no purchase, their Civilizations beginning to burn brightly around them as they enacted their own Embodiments to maintain position one after another while repelling horrid Manifestations!

On Noah’s chest, something bloomed.

The sensation was warmth spreading outward from his chest, comfortable heat like a hearth coming to life. A defensive Transcendent Paradoxical Inscriptio Dormiens activated without his conscious command, its golden page manifesting against his chest and burning with dual lights of differentiation and undifferentiation.

The Inscription declared that he couldn’t be consumed, that his existence wasn’t susceptible to the suction that affected everything else, and reality accepted that declaration.

Echoes of Absolute from Bazuman surrounded him, and...

Noah remained unfettered.

He took no damage.

He stood perfectly still while structures crumbled around him and Strategoi struggled to maintain position, his Infinities burning with brilliance that exceeded their previous intensity as he faced Bazuman’s full echoes and manifestation with calm that he maintained through absolute confidence in what he’d become.

At this time, THE Primordial Paradox spoke with a voice that cut through the chaos without effort.

"An enemy like this is one that needs to be defeated in a short span of time."

His obsidian-gold flames burned brighter.

"Especially since he is an Undivided One. I couldn’t erase it before because it had your glimmer of Infinity."

His eyes turned to Noah.

"But if you are confident, Youngest, I can hold it down to give you the opportunity to confirm that you truly know what you are doing."

"I can hold it down... if you can use your Infinity to overcome its now endless undifferentiation."

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