Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3808

Chapter 3808: Inevitabilities and Prisons I

Noah stood far from the vast golden tree, its thousand-mile height casting trembling shadows across the sealed domain.

The tale that Sigrid whispered had just ended.

But in his mind buzzed.

His eyes never left the writhing, winged mass above.

[Orange Tier Imitation Mutated Inevitability]

Its name burned through reality like a warning etched.

Noah’s brows furrowed.

He thought of the words of the Living Concept.

That even if Mana coursed through one endlessly... there would still be a cost.

"So..."

He whispered inwardly.

"...what cost am I paying?"

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Nullvein Gravewake Folds.

Weavings of endless collapse, paradox and silent screams.

In a small, insignificant corner, something else stirred.

A step echoed across the lightless terrain.

Thauron the Null Monarch, clad in robes of woven nullity, moved with deliberate slowness.

Behind him, Bob followed- his pulsing weavings merging with the groans of the shattered folds beneath their feet.

"What can we do, Thauron?"

Bob’s voice was bitter and filled with a sense of anger.

"To become bigger fish, as you say? To become more?"

He asked.

But...there was no answer.

Only silence.

Thauron’s face, usually impassive, bore a strange sorrow.

Deeper than his titles.

He did not speak.

Bob scowled, muttering beneath his breath as if clinging to some last thread of hope.

"Osmont...is with the Veiled Sunfolds now. Untouchable. Shielded even further."

"Do we still have a path to obtain what we need from him? Anything at all?"

"..."

Still...

No answer.

Only the stillness of regret.

They reached it then.

A hollow, caved region of the Folds. Littered with Dead Wheels of Existence, each one cracked open like broken promises. Their spokes splintered. Their cores silent.

Thauron looked around.

He breathed in once.

And then, without warning...

He plunged his hand into his chest.

SQUELCH.

Bob flinched as an obsidian heart, still beating, was ripped from Thauron’s torso.

"What...are you doing?!"

The Null Monarch’s hand trembled slightly, but his voice was composed.

"Little Bobby..."

"The jump from a small fish to a big fish can be made in many ways."

His eyes darkened.

"Today... you will witness one of the abominable ways. A path I never wanted to take."

...!

Bob stepped back with disgust, apprehension creeping up his spine.

The heart in Thauron’s hand shattered suddenly.

CRACK—!

An explosion of nullity and sorrow surged outward, causing the Dead Wheels nearby to wail with echoes.

From the rift of silence torn in space...

Something emerged.

A wriggling black-and-white mass.

It had wings, but they were torn and regenerating constantly.

Its shape twisted with uncertainty.

Its essence radiated inevitability.

Its every pulse whispered: you were always meant to see me.

Thauron looked at it with an expression that bordered on affection.

"Do you know why I was imprisoned?" he asked softly.

Bob’s face twisted in disbelief as he shook his head.

"Why...?"

Thauron stared at the wriggling mass and spoke without shame.

"Because I bore a smell the Foldless Ones did not like."

"When I was a Master of Existence... I found something I should not have found. I hid it. But they still found out. They took my realm. My Wheel. My everything. This..."

He looked at the creature writhing in the tear of space.