Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5702

Chapter 5702: Peace and Blood! I

<THE Continuum Paradox>

They were crossing through THE Dimensional Provenance Train.

They were, but...

The pull took them mid-sentence, and existence answered before their feet had even found ground.

|THREE PARTICIPANTS HAVE BEEN PULLED ACROSS THE DIMENSIONAL PROVENANCE TRAIN.|

|You are arriving within a Narrative of Existence in progress.|

|Records note: this Narrative has failed to entertain. The combatants within it met no hardship worth recording. Victory arrived without cost, without struggle, and without a single moment of doubt.|

|The reigning champions of this Cabin hold a Narrative of devouring and usurpation. It has consumed everything placed before it, and it has done so far too easily.|

|Should the arriving participants attain victory and BREAK this Narrative of Existence, additional rewards shall be given.|

...!

Three frowns landed at once!

Descartes, THE Continuum Paradox, took the information as it came and did not move a muscle of his face beyond the frown itself. Beside him THE Primordial Paradox rolled his shoulders and made a sound of open disgust at being moved without being asked. And Erwin, THE Living Paradox, simply tilted his head.

Then they looked around!

They stood in a Dimension made of gaseous stellar matter and debris. Vast clouds of it hung in every direction, greens and rusts and deep violets rolling slow through each other, and through the clouds drifted rock, mountains of it, continents of it, tumbling without hurry through a space that had no floor and no sky and no end that any of them could find.

Auras saturated all of it. Thousands of them. Descendants and Primeval Ones, the weight of their existences pressing against the stellar clouds from every direction at once, enough gathered power to level Dimensions stacked one atop another out to the horizon.

And it was silent.

Not quiet. SILENT! Not one voice, not one breath, not one scrape of movement across all that floating stone. Thousands of the mighty occupied this place and produced no sound whatsoever.

Above everything, an eye watched.

It hung in the upper dark past the clouds, enormous and patient, and it was not looking at the Dimension. It was looking at THEM, with the settled anticipation of something that had cleared its schedule.

Erwin looked up at it and smiled pleasantly.

The eye did not react!

Compared to what came next, none of that was the strange part.

Because as the three of them turned to survey the floating stone, they found the mighty of this place seated and standing across all of it. Descendants on the tumbling rock, robed and horned and marked. Primeval Ones sprawled across whole asteroids, ancient and enormous and still. Some sat cross-legged. Some stood at edges looking out at nothing. Thousands of them, scattered through the debris in every direction.

And when the three arrived, all of them turned at the same time.

Every single one!

Thousands of heads swung toward the arrival point in the same instant with the same speed, thousands of faces angling to the same degree, and thousands of pairs of eyes settled on them glazed over with an obsidian purple sheen!

THE Primordial Paradox blinked.

Erwin blinked beside him.

"Well," Erwin said mildly. "That is...familiar."

They looked further in, toward the center of the Dimension, where the debris thickened around a single massive floating asteroid that everything else seemed to orbit.

Two figures sat upon it.

The first was a man in white robes, and by every ordinary measure he was fairly average. Average build. Average height. A plain face that would not have earned a second glance in a crowded market. Nothing about him screamed anything at all.

Except for the circle on his chest!

It was divided into nine sections, a nine-pointed star outlined across his breast, and set into the edges of it were gems. Nine of them, radiant, each one a different color and every color impossible, and each single gem radiated the profound aura of a pristine First Cause.

"Abbadon?"

"Why do your eyes seem their depressed and ancient selves? Your entire mind was taken over, as far as I knew! Which also seems to be the case for every single one of these..."

"I worked out a deal to move with my own autonomy."

"I thought another set of meals was coming for me and the master. I did not expect to see you two. Are we still considered acquaintances? Or are we enemies?"

BOOM!

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