Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 3966

Chapter 3966: Desecration III

Far above this terrible ritual, floating in the twisted space that served as sky in the Paradoxical Folds, another gathering had formed. Thirty Dukes hovered in perfect formation around a single figure whose presence commanded attention!

Not through ostentation...instead through its profound absence of such things.

Duke Schrodinger sat in the void as if it were the most comfortable chair ever crafted, his ragged clothes hanging from his frame like flags of defiance against the very concept of appearance mattering.

He wore no golden armor to announce his authority, bore no royal robes to demand respect.

Yet the thirty Dukes who surrounded him...each one a power that could reshape Existence according to their whims...arranged themselves around him like planets orbiting a sun they didn’t fully understand but couldn’t resist.

His smile was a thing of terrible simplicity, carrying within its curve the weight of someone who had seen every possible outcome and found them all equally amusing.

The other Dukes looked to him with expressions that mixed reverence with uncertainty, as if they knew he held answers but were afraid to ask the questions.

This was power in its truest form...not the ability to destroy or create, but the capacity to make others recognize your authority without ever having to demonstrate it.

Schrodinger didn’t need to yell or posture or threaten. His mere existence in that space created a gravity that drew other powers to him, made them seek his approval even when they didn’t understand why they needed it.

As these important Living Paradoxes observed the ritual below with collective anticipation that made the air itself hold its breath...

BOOM!

The sound that erupted wasn’t quite sound...it was the sensation of reality recognizing that something fundamental had changed!

The endless sockets of the corpse, those abyssal voids where eyes had once perceived dimensions beyond counting, suddenly flashed with light that should not have been possible.

HUUM!

Within those empty spaces, paradoxical radiance bloomed...dimly at first, like candles being lit in caverns that had known only darkness since the foundation of existence itself.

Dimly. So dimly that it might have been imagination, might have been wishful thinking given form.

Diviticus, standing in the heart-that-was-not-a-heart, breathed heavily as doubt crept into her expression!

The power flowing through her was immense, yes, but was it enough? Had they failed in this impossible endeavor?

The light in those sockets was so faint, so uncertain. Perhaps the corpse was too far gone, too thoroughly dead to ever be brought back to even a semblance of-...!

Her expression changed with the suddenness of realization becoming horror. She felt it before she understood it...authority being drawn from her with such rapidity that her very existence began to dim!

Her skin, which had blazed with the healthy glow of accumulated power, began to gray like ash in rain. The glow of half-drop of blood that had made all of this possible was being consumed, burned through at rates that shouldn’t have been possible.

"MORE!" she screamed, the word tearing from her throat with desperation that transcended mere vocalization. "GIVE ME MORE!"

HUUM!

The eight Dukes responded without hesitation, their beams intensifying until the chest cavity blazed with light that would have been visible from dimensions away.

They poured everything they could spare into her, and then they gave more, pushing past boundaries that sensible beings would have respected!

And then, with the terrible certainty of nightmares becoming real, the abyss-looking eyes of the corpse blinked.

It was a simple motion. Eyelids that shouldn’t have existed anymore moving across surfaces that contained nothing but void. Yet that blink carried within it the weight of significance that made existence itself take notice.

From those blinking eyes...

BOOM!

What erupted defied every category of description that language had developed.

It was blast and whisper, light and darkness, beginning and ending all at once.

The force that emerged was terrifying in its primordiality, archaic in ways that predated the concept of age itself! It was the visual representation of what existence had been before it learned to be anything in particular.

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