Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 4815: The Enemy Unseen III

He said this calmly as after all, he was considered the leader that the two of them had backed. He had to at least be capable of standing up for them when they called for him.

So in a shockingly short amount of ti, this entire area that was filled with hymns and grace of the natives of Alfheimr cleared.

THE Living Emotive disappeared with a pout that promised future mischief.

Origin and Hunger retreated with the Ljósálfar who had been willing to die for their Ljósmóðir.

Until only THE Primordial Chaos and Noah remained!

THE Primordial Chaos looked over Noah’s illustrious figure again and again as Noah gazed back at the being he could not fully understand at all.

After a mont, Chaos spoke with a voice that held weight beyond its casual tone.

"It seems that it was good that you escaped from my grasp and the grasp of Temporal in Ginnungagap. Everything is as it should be..."

He paused.

"Well, except when it isn’t."

His shifting features settled into sothing almost kind.

"Youngest, do you want to see sothing interesting?"

...!

Noah looked at this being who began talking with him like this as his eyes squinted and he replied with caution wrapped in casual interest.

"I live to see interesting things. But I wonder if it would fit my definition of interesting."

"Oh, you will definitely find it interesting..."

As he said such words, THE Primordial Chaos waved his hand.

Between him and Noah, a massive illusory screen appeared, conjured from authority that reshaped the air itself into a viewing portal.

On this illusory screen, it showed a vast and ancient-looking citadel of a civilization.

The endless expanse of ancient structures stretched across frozen landscapes that seed to go on forever. Black ice ford the foundations of towers that rose toward skies crackling with perpetual lightning. Glaciers the size of continents groaned beneath constructions that had been built by beings of impossible scale.

And there were the auras of billions upon billions of lifeforms in this endlessly vast civilization.

Chaos Giants moved through the citadel with grace that belied their massive forms. Their skin was the color of storms and obsidian. Their eyes burned with the light of dying stars. They were chaos incarnate, descendants of forces that had existed since before differentiation.

Among these billions, there were thousands of giants at Pre-THE classification, their power impressive but not yet having crossed the threshold into true Depth.

There were hundreds at THE Surface Depth, their authority beginning to press against reality itself.

There were dozens at THE Interdiate Depth, beings whose Ways had begun to truly shape the Existence around them.

There were ten at THE Fundantal Depth, entities whose power could collapse civilizations with a thought.

And there were three Half-Step Absolutes!

It was such a glorious scene of a civilization, showing musings of Chaos perating throughout every corner and crevice.

And yet the Chaos was unique.

It felt very calm and ordered.

It was truly paradoxical to see.

Noah looked at the scene before him as he frowned for a mont because sothing felt off.

Sothing that made his foundations buzz with unease that he could not imdiately identify.

Opposite him, THE Primordial Chaos spoke with a voice that held weight beyond its casual observation.

"A grand landscape, is it not? This is Jotunheim. One of my hos."

He paused.

"But I can already see that you can see sothing off. Are you able to point it out?"

THE Primordial Chaos asked such a question as Noah looked at the ongoing scenery of this grand and glorious civilization.

He studied the billions of giants going about their existence.

He observed the structures and the authority and the Ways that perated through everything.

And he quickly said with certainty that carried unease.

"Why is it so quiet? And why... are all of them so still?"

...!

They could feel and hear the hums of authority that were perating all across this vast civilization.

Noah could even feel the flow of The First Tongue that was perating across the vastness of this location, even through just this illusory scene.

And yet of the billions of giants that were here...

Not a single one said a word to the other.

The illusory screen showed the shocking scene that portrayed how nearly all of them were seated in ditative positions across different regions of this vast civilization. The glimr of the Way of Chaos moved around them in slow, thodical patterns. Noah could sense small but tiny elevations of the Depths of many of those there, as if they were cultivating with perfect efficiency.

But there was no conversation.

No argunt, no interactions, nothing.

No chaos at all.

In a realm dedicated to disorder, there was only silence and stillness and order that should not have existed.

Opposite him, the figure of THE Primordial Chaos nodded and solemnly said with weight that made the air itself grow heavy.

"I have been under attack these last few hours since THE Fallout began, and the enemy is an extrely terrifying one."

BOOM!

His shifting features settled into sothing that looked almost like concern.

"Even though THE Living Paradox and THE Creature began this war, I am the only one currently under assault. And it is an enemy that even I could not have predicted."

As he began saying all of this, Noah felt a foreboding sensation as the more he studied the vast civilization within Jotunheim, the more unsettling it felt.

The giants sat in perfect rows.

Their cultivation was synchronized.

Their breathing was identical.

Everything about them scread uniformity in a realm that should have celebrated diversity and disorder.

THE Primordial Chaos continued with heavy and solemn words as he also looked at the scenery of what would have been his civilization.

"With the ergence of THE Fallout, one would expect the increased level of chaos and corruption to possibly cause the ergence of horrific mutations of Existence. Many of us predicted that Corrupted Growths and Malford Authorities would exponentially increase and begin causing issues if they weren’t properly taken care of, or even the rise of terrifying Lifeforms based on Corruption."

He paused.

"And we were right in so sense."

His voice grew darker.

"But what did arise... is sothing that not even I could have imagined."

The giants in the illusory screen continued their silent cultivation, their movents so perfectly synchronized that they looked like extensions of a single will.

"An invisible enemy."

Chaos’s shifting features flickered with sothing that might have been frustration.

"Even I did not perceive them until they had overpowered more than half of Jotunheim."

He gestured toward the citadel displayed before them.

"This citadel that you see before you is one of those that has been fully overpowered by that enemy."

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