Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse-Chapter 5073: Calymmian II

After Noah looked at the details of the most powerful one, his eyes became heavier.

Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence!

Calymmian Tier. Ninety-four percent Proterozoic Bone coverage. Four Proterozoic Organs, each one devastating in its own right. A being who had been cultivating power since before most current existences learned to crawl, who had accumulated authority that made Beowulf seem like a junior!

He had come across a truly sturdy wall.

But no matter.

Adversity was Adversity. He could never choose a comfortable level for it, could never tell existence to send him someone he could manage. That was not how growth worked. That was not how someone climbed from nothing to something that made hierarchies seem irrelevant.

He had an enemy before him he could not manage.

The first thing to do was obvious.

’Set him as a target of THE Hadean Existential Singularity.’

He sent the command to RUINATION within his foundations.

|Command Received: Hadean Existential Singularity target designation.|

|Current targets: Beowulf, THE Primordial Armor (Slot 1). Erwin, THE Living Paradox (Slot 2).|

|New target: Grimvault, THE Primordial Silence.|

|Designation: Slot 3.|

|Hadean Existential Singularity siphoning commencing.|

|Siphoning from Grimvault: Observable understanding, Unobservable understanding, Infinity comprehension, cultivation progress, Proterozoic Organ musings...|

|Target possesses significantly greater power than you. Siphoning efficiency reduced greatly.|

|Extended exposure required for meaningful extraction. Combat engagement will accelerate siphoning through direct contact.|

Noah looked over at the three Primordial Architects who were waiting for his response to their offer of diplomacy.

He opened his mouth obscenely wide.

He took larger bites, his teeth cracking through the remaining Proterozoic Bone of Beowulf with sounds that echoed across the destroyed battlefield. Crimson gold fluid sprayed with each violent mastication as he devoured what remained of that bone in moments rather than the measured consumption he had been performing before. The material ground between his molars and slid down his throat in chunks that should have been impossible to swallow.

He burped.

The sound was crude and deliberate, a punctuation to his consumption that communicated everything words could not.

"I wonder... how your bones will taste."

HUUM!

They came and spoke of diplomacy.

Noah knew there would never be diplomacy. These Primordial Architects had arrived expecting to intimidate him into releasing Beowulf, expecting that display of superior force would convince him to abandon his position. They did not want war. They wanted compliance dressed in the language of negotiation.

His words made clear that compliance was not forthcoming.

Inside of him, the Proterozoic Bone of Beowulf was digested by foundations that had grown hungry for exactly this type of sustenance. The Observable force flooding through Eon’s pathways accelerated the process, breaking down Proterozoic material into components that his existence could integrate. His whole arm and past his shoulder, bones shone even more resplendently than they had before, the consumption providing fuel for transformation that continued spreading through his skeletal structure.

And ahead of him, the light of calm and diplomacy faded from the eyes and awareness of all three Primordial Architects.

Grimvault’s pale fires burned with intensity that suggested furnaces being stoked for war. Vahrkosis’s countless arms tightened their grips on weapons and artifacts that began radiating killing intent. Sammarthiel’s wings of swords spread wider, each blade igniting with flames on one edge and frost on the other in configurations that promised devastation to anything they touched.

Instantly, the illusory screens Noah had laid out to broadcast everything to Observable Existence shattered.

The constructs that had been transmitting his confrontation with Beowulf, that had shown his torture of a Second Scale entity to all who cared to watch, simply ceased to exist as Grimvault’s authority pressed against them with force that refused their continued presence. The connection to Observable Existence was severed in an instant.

Terrifying power bloomed from all three Primordial Architects simultaneously.

The weight of their combined authority pressed against everything within range with intensity that would have crushed any normal Rhyacian Proterozoic Lifeform entity into paste. The air itself thickened with killing intent.

The fabric of reality groaned beneath pressure that threatened to tear this region of THE Wastes apart entirely!

And toward such oncoming terror, Noah jumped off Beowulf.

His figure floated away from the anchored Primordial Architect, moving toward the three entities that had just committed to hostility. His body became surrounded by golden flames of Observable force as he advanced, the endless rivers flowing through Eon’s pathways manifesting around his form in configurations that declared his own authority despite the gap between their Scales.

Golden steam shot from his nose and mouth with each breath he released.

He seemed like a primal celestial beast approaching predators who had grown too comfortable at the apex of their food chain. His eyes blazed with light that held no retreat, no calculation of odds, no recognition that three Proterozoic Scale entities represented a threat he should not be advancing toward.

"Do you think you are the only ones who banded together?"

His voice emerged with a challenge that pressed against their combined authority.

"Do you think I am alone?"

HUUM!

He said such ominous words as the brutal eyes of the Primordial Architects squinted.

Grimvault’s wolf skull helm tilted slightly, pale fires flickering. Vahrkosis’s serpentine coils stilled, all forty-seven arms pausing their preparation as something in Noah’s words demanded consideration.

The ominous air and immensity rose higher and higher.

The atmosphere itself congealed around them, thickening with authority that pressed against awareness from multiple directions. The multicolored rain of the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity that had been resuming after their initial disruption began to whip up into a storm, droplets swirling!

Because the bones of the Primordial Architect at the very forefront had glimmers of Infinity flowing through them.

Grimvault...was utilizing Infinity.

Not the same as Noah’s, not the endless wellspring that defined his existence, but traces of it woven through those Proterozoic Bones.

His mere presence stated with absolute clarity what his words did not need to speak.

Bring out whomever the fuck you wanted to bring out.