Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 3989: Let it be a festival! I

Fucking trash!

The assessment was delivered with such casual precision that it struck those who heard it like a whip!

And none truly had a viable reply against it because they had truly acted like trash!

Then, Moiraine turned her attention toward the broader battlefield where Dead Existences continued their systematic assault upon the forces of the Living.

At this moment, multiple creatures that had been engaged with other opponents suddenly disengaged from their current battles and began moving toward her position with the focused attention of predators recognizing a threat that required immediate elimination.

The sight of Dead Existences abandoning positions to converge upon a single target sent waves of shock through the Living Existences who had witnessed her impossible victory.

They struggled to process what she bad done. Could they truly be sensing the authority of an Honored Living Paradox!? How had she managed to accomplish what even coordinated groups of their number found challenging?

Off to the side, Duke Gwendolyn watched this entire sequence unfold with eyes that shone with blazing interest.

Her other body...the one that operated as a veiled Paradox, had not yet made any moves in the broader battle, but she found herself compelled to observe Moiraine!

She turned toward Noah with her ancient gaze, her voice echoing out.

|Is she really just an Honored Living Paradox?|, came the carefully phrased question.

Noah gazed at her with eyes that remained calm and cold, his mental response delivered with tyranny.

|What else could she be?| he replied, the mental equivalent of a shrug accompanying words that dismissed her inquiry as fundamentally irrelevant to larger concerns.

The simplicity of his response, combined with the evidence they had all just witnessed, left Duke Gwendolyn with far more questions than answers about the true nature of the beings she had agreed to work alongside!

Yet as Dead Existences began converging on Moiraine’s position with focused attention, all such considerations became secondary to the immediate situation unfolding before them.

Noah observed everything with crystal clarity, his perception processing the vast scope of conflict that unfolded across light-years of twisted space-time.

He knew, that in this grand battle between Life and Death, the direct effect he could have through personal intervention was minimal!

His accumulated power, impressive though it was by the standards of most Living Existences, would not be sufficient to eliminate even a single Dead Existence. Each of these cursed entities operated at the Honored level of capability, their advantages making them nearly invulnerable to attacks of even normap Honored Living Existences.

More critically, if he positioned himself close enough to directly engage any Dead Existence that might target him, Yoshinami’s Crown of Inevitable Retribution would activate with devastating precision!

The protective artifact would deliver True Death to any attacker whose power fell below that of an Early Creature or one wielding a Lost Forgotten Principle...conditions that would waste its precious single daily usage on enemies that could be eliminated through easier means.

In a conflict of this magnitude, such waste would be tantamount to suicide.

So in this terrifying battle that would determine the fate of fundamental forces across existence itself, he would have to approach victory through methods that transcended brute force application of personal power.

He already had an idea forming in the depths of his consciousness, a strategy that would leverage his unique capabilities in ways that others could never hope to replicate.

His gaze settled upon Moiraine’s figure as multiple Honored Dead Existences began converging on her position with the focused attention of predators. The creatures moved with eerie coordination, their heads still raised toward skies that held no stars, yet their direction clearly oriented toward the Living Paradox who had dared to destroy one of their number through methods they could not fully comprehend.

Across the broader battlefield, similar scenes unfolded. Dead Existences radiated terrifying power as they engaged the forces of the Living, their cursed weavings allowing them to systematically overwhelm opponents who should have possessed superior numbers.

Casualties had begun to occur among the Living Existences with shocking frequency, particularly when two or three Dead Existences managed to surround smaller groups of defenders. The weavings of such encounters were unforgiving...even coordinated teams of ten Honored Living Existences found themselves struggling.

Yet the Living Existences maintained numerical superiority through careful deployment and strategic reserves. When one fell, two more immediately took their place, their formations flowing like liquid around points of resistance with the fluid grace of forces that had been drilling such maneuvers across eons of preparation.

Meanwhile, the massive tear in space-time remained stable in its current configuration, no additional Dead Existences emerging from thr domain where ending reigned supreme. The number of enemies they faced was finite, limited by whatever constraints governed travel between the domains of Life and Death.

If the current rate of attrition continued, the Dead Existences would eventually be eliminated! But the cost would be tremendously high!

Duke Gwendolyn and the other Dukes who commanded this unprecedented coalition seemed to understand this grim weaving perfectly, their expressions growing heavier with each passing moment as they witnessed the price that victory would demand.

It was such a dreadful reality!

Noah smiled behind his concealing helm as he contemplated this situation, his thoughts turning towards his own weavings.

’Don’t worry,’ he mused with the kind of benevolent arrogance, ’Since I am so magnanimous, I will make this easy for all of you!’

HUUM!

The moment this thought crystallized into decision, Noah closed his eyes and reached inward toward the architectural wonders that existed within the depths of his own being.

He called upon the more than one hundred and fifty Towers of Osmont that rose like monuments to impossible achievement from the foundation of his early Atlas, each one blazing with accumulated authority that had been refined through methods that predated current existence!

Memory stirred as he recalled the previous occasion when multiple towers had sung Hymns, their combined weavings acting to emulate the presence of multiple Early Creatures gathered for common purpose.

Such convergence had triggered the Festival of Existence that had covered the Nullvein Gravewake Folds with its transformative influence...effects that continued to express themselves even now!