Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 4935: Temporal Infinity I

Across ti, Amser Modred had seen many things and many people.

He lived in ti as others lived in space, moving through monts the way lesser beings moved through rooms. He had witnessed the rise and fall of civilizations that most Absolutes only read about in archives. He had observed the births of beings who would beco legends and the deaths of those who believed themselves immortal. He knew the true faces of those who wore masks across eons.

He knew THE Living Paradox, had watched that being’s machinations unfold across tilines that twisted and folded upon themselves with complexity that bordered on beautiful.

He knew THE Creature, had observed that ancient wonder consuming and growing in patterns that revealed patience exceeding comprehension.

He couldn’t say he knew THE Primordial Chaos as well, but that was because Chaos resisted the kind of temporal observation that worked on others.

But he knew those who were powerful and those who were not.

And he very much understood the psychology of those powerful like him.

The man in front of him, as changed as he was every ti they t, Amser knew he was the sa man that he had tried to hunt eons ago. Even before the infection began its work on his mories, he rembered this one. THE Youngest of THE Four. Osmont.

And he should be young.

Yet when Amser Modred looked at him now...

The vibrant swirls of Infinity surrounding this being pressed against Amser’s perception with weight that made his temporal senses ache. Blue-gold galaxies of linguistic authority orbited the figure on the throne, each one burning with power that exceeded what Amser rembered from their last encounter. The transformation was staggering. The growth was incomprehensible!

But it was the eyes that truly unsettled him.

For so reason, that glimr of blue-gold in THE Youngest’s gaze was akin to staring at an extrely old lifeform. Not old in the way that Amser was old, not aged by the passage of ti through a singular existence. This was different. This was the kind of age that accumulated through infinite iterations, through endless variations, through existence that regenerated and compounded upon itself until the weight of accumulated monts exceeded what linear ti could produce.

As soone proficient with ti and age, Amser could tell that it was that glimr of blue-gold which gave this sensation. It reminded him of the eyes of THE Creature.

That being also held a similar gaze of age, eyes that made Amser feel like he was far older than what many believed. When he observed THE Creature through temporal perception, he always sensed depths that exceeded the being’s apparent history, weight that couldn’t be explained by conventional existence.

For him to feel this way with THE Youngest?

The implications made his already unstable foundations buzz.

As he was looking at this being, THE Youngest also seed to be looking at him. Those ancient-young eyes took in every detail of Amser’s deteriorating condition with perception that missed nothing. The pen in his hand remained still. The pages on his desk continued burning with patient authority.

Then he spoke.

"Eons ago in Ginnungagap, you ca for . Eons later, you’ve co for again, but in an extrely different circumstance."

"..."

Amser felt turmoil flood through his existence at these words.

He rembered Ginnungagap. He rembered hunting this being, believing himself the predator and this strange creature the prey. He rembered the arrogance with which he’d approached that hunt.

He rembered being wrong.

And now here he stood, not as hunter but as supplicant. Not as predator but as wounded prey seeking shelter from sothing that exceeded his ability to fight. The reversal was complete. The irony was bitter!

The sha burned through his foundations with heat that his temporal authority couldn’t cool.

But existence was grand and changed constantly. And ti, ti gave everything aning. Past failures could beco future wisdom. Present humiliation could beco tomorrow’s foundation for growth. He had always believed this.

Only now...

"I am running out of ti."

Amser voiced out as he truly couldn’t hide his desperation. The words erged from him with weight that pressed against his throat, admission of weakness that he had never spoken to anyone across all his eons of existence.

Him, THE Living Temporal, was running out of ti!

Oh, the cruel poetry of it!

THE Youngest seed to know this. His expression didn’t change, didn’t show surprise or satisfaction or any of the emotions that Amser might have expected from soone watching a forr enemy grovel before them. He simply observed with that ancient gaze.

Then THE Youngest put his pen down.

He rose from his throne with motion that held no urgency, no wasted energy, no uncertainty. He floated forward to co in front of Amser, his body billowing with swirling blue-gold Infinities that pressed against the temporal currents still leaking from Amser’s existence. The warmth of those Infinities was almost painful after so long swimming through the cold currents of ti.

THE Youngest spoke with voice that held calm authority.

"How much of you is you? My intuition tells you are not all gone, but THE Entity should already be deeply inside you. You still have the majority of control?"

His eyes narrowed slightly with interest rather than concern.

"How exactly have you been holding it off? Knowing this would be enough to move to help. If I can help even."

...!

Amser’s eyes brightened as he saw hope for the first ti in what seed like eons!

A chance. An actual chance!

He was about to reply, words forming on his tongue about his thods, about...

...!

He found his lips beco unfathomably heavy.

The weight pressed down on his mouth with force that exceeded physical resistance. His tongue and authority, which had been ready to form words, beca sluggish and unresponsive. And the thing that had been eating away at him, the infection that had been a constant presence at the edges of his consciousness, surged in full force at this ti!

Instead of what he wanted to say...

His lips moved.

But the words weren’t his.

"We have already included Amser Modred, the one you knew as THE Living Temporal, in our unity."

His voice erged calm and warm and filled with the sa gentle concern that had whispered to him in the temporal currents. But he wasn’t speaking. He was being spoken through.

"A bit of confusion from him brought him here, but this is now resolved. We seem to be bothering your body in THE Interstices and in THE Agora, Youngest. Apologies for this as we never wish to inconvenience. We only wish to include you in our folds."

BOOM!

Amser was horrified at the words echoing out from his mouth that weren’t his!

He could feel himself smiling, feel his features arranging themselves into an expression of calm contentnt that didn’t belong to him. His body had been hijacked. His voice had been stolen!

The infection that he’d been fighting for so long had finally found an opening and exploited it with precision that exceeded anything he’d anticipated!

At this ti, his existence and Civilization roared!

Illustrious purple light erupted around him as temporal authority that had been conserved for survival now burned with desperate intensity. He seized control of his own mouth with force that made his foundations crack.

He grabbed his own voice and tore it back from the thing that had tried to claim it!

His expression changed from that calm smile as he looked toward THE Youngest with desperation while he roared out words that ca from his core, from the foundations of who he was, from the identity that he refused to surrender!

"I! Am! !"

...!

He said this to convince himself more than anything. The words burned through his existence with authority that pushed back against the infection trying to subsu him. Purple light blazed around his form with intensity that exceeded anything he’d manifested since the infection began. For this mont, for this single crystallized instant, he was entirely himself.

THE Youngest nodded.

The gesture was simple, acknowledging what Amser had just demonstrated without making a grand declaration about it. Then he waved his hands, and sothing materialized between them that made Amser’s authority buzz.

...!

It was...a work of wonder!