Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4199: Powerful! III

He pulled!

And across the vast, impossible expanse of the Shore, one hundred and fifty-nine bells began to ring as one.

|You are exerting tremendous effort to toll the bells of your Radiant Shore. This is a declaration of your will upon existence.|

|All this effort will undoubtedly lead to a tremendous harvest.|

|The Principle of Perpetual Harvest is putting its full, undivided weight behind this ordeal.|

The sound was a glorious, world-shaking thing!

It was not a cacophony, but a perfect, impossible harmony.

Each bell sang with its own unique note...the crisp, clear tone of Cheats, the deep, resonant hum of Tyranny, the bright, unwavering chime of Quintessence...yet they all wove together into a single, unified hymn.

It was a sound that did not travel through the air, but through the very soul of the Shore, a melody of power and glory that resonated in the bones of every being present!

|The Sacred Bells of multiple Sacred Totems have been rung simultaneously with a level of majesty unlike ever before.|

|All beings who hear the unified tolling, regardless of their power or complexity, will earn the right and the methodology to form Kleos Glyphs of their own Authorities.|

Across the golden sands, heads turned. Amelia Osmont, her form still glowing with the aftermath of her own impossible elevation, looked up with pride.

The Emperor Penguin, mid-waddle, froze and struck a pose of profound enlightenment. This faker!

Many paused!

Even the newly hatched Inevitabilities paused their playful consumption of Mead, their innocent, stellar eyes turning toward the source of the magnificent sound.

At the base of the Tower of Cheats, Khor floated, her usual mischievous smile replaced by a look of deep, ancient solemnity.

She could feel something else in the tolling of these bells, something vast and heavy being pulled from the spaces between existence.

Her abyssal eyes turned toward the distant, roiling mists at the edge of the Shore, her gaze sharp and concentrated. Something was coming!

|The tolling of the bells has been deemed... Tyrannically Quintessential!|

As the hymns reached a glorious, soul-shaking crescendo, the gray mists in the distance began to churn with a violent, purposeful energy.

They roiled and split, and from the newly formed chasm, a sliver of pure, absolute obsidian light began to bleed through.

Noah stopped ringing, his hands releasing the ropes. The echoes of the bells continued to ring, a lingering symphony of power, as he stood at the edge of the tower, his gaze fixed on the approaching anomaly.

|The calls of multiple Sacred Totems have been answered by a Transcendent Kleos Early Living Land Lifeform.|

He frowned. From that blazing obsidian light, he sensed not power or glory, but a maelstrom of raw, undiluted emotion!

Immense hatred, a rage that could burn Folds, and a profound sense of taboo, of something that should have remained hidden, forgotten.

And yet, as the light coalesced, it formed the image not of a monster, but of a man. A regal, impossibly noble-looking man!

|Pulled from the weavings of Collapse from the Earliest Folds, directed by the immense weight of Cheats and all other Sacred Totems... the Transcendent Kleos Lifeform, Malphas, has arrived.|

HUUM!

His entrance was a masterpiece of silent, terrible grandeur. He was adorned in what looked like ancient, obsidian royal clothing, the fabric seeming to drink the very light from the Shore.

His visage was tall and grand, his hair as dark as a starless night, and his eyes... his eyes shone with a terrifying crimson light.

He was beautiful, in the way a perfectly forged executioner’s blade is beautiful, his figure muscular and toned, his face that of a man in his absolute prime!

He appeared, and for a moment, he simply stood there, his eyes closed as if breathing in the air of this new reality.

Then he opened them. That terrifying crimson glint, a light of pure, intelligent malice, turned and fixed upon Noah from across the vast distance of the Shore!

He took a single step.

And he arrived, not at the edge of the Shore, but at the very base of the Sacred Totem, where he immediately, without hesitation, knelt.

Noah looked down at this impossible being, then jumped from the top of the tower, landing silently before him.

The overwhelming torrent of hatred and rage he had sensed before had vanished.

Now, he sensed nothing from this grand, kneeling entity but a perfect, unnerving calm.

In his kneeling position, Malphas raised his head, his crimson eyes meeting Noah’s.

His voice, when he spoke, was a smooth, cultured baritone, each word a perfectly polished gem of deference and respect.

”It is an immeasurable honor to be bound under the light of the True Emperor of Tyranny. I, Malphas, greet The Master.”

...!

His entire bearing was a paradox. He looked like a handsome devil, radiated the memory of unimaginable fury, yet acted as the most perfect, humble servant!

Noah’s eyes flashed, a silent acknowledgment of the title.

”Malphas... show me who you are.”

With a grace that was almost hypnotic, Malphas rose from his kneeling position and performed a deep, formal bow.

He raised his hand as if holding something, and from his palm, shockingly, a status sheet materialized, a scroll of pure, informational light that he presented to Noah.

|Malphas – The Cruel Attendant, The Crow|

|Distinction: Transcendent Kleos Early Living Land Lifeform|

|State: Fractured Existence (Current form represents a fraction of original power)|

|Complexity: 1,000,000,000,000,000 (1 Quadrillion)|

|Purity: 1,000,000,000,000,000 (1 Quadrillion)|

|Primary Ability – Panoptic Gaze: Can exert his perception to observe any location across the Folds. The clarity and duration of observation are dependent on the complexity of the target location. Can currently observe entire Folds with perfect clarity.|

|Primordial Bond: Irreversibly bound to The Early Creature, Osmont. Its loyalty is absolute, and all it does is an extension of its master’s will. For the sake of his master, any methods will be employed. Any. Methods. But he does have a tendency towards cruelty.|

|Contained Everythings: This being is a vessel for an overabundance of the Everythings of Loyalty, Hatred, Rage, Fear, Insecurity, and Sorrow, all willingly given to him by his old Master.|

|Distinction – The Unflinching Witness: Can observe and record events of catastrophic magnitude without suffering existential or psychological damage.|

...!

Oh!