Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse Chapter 5054: Acceleration II

THE Primordial Paradox smiled at her departure before his attention shifted.

He gazed with sothing approaching sadness toward Abaddon, whose body had begun to drift listlessly upon the multicolored sea. The currents of the Pluvial Epoch carried him away from the citadel, away from the others, away from everything that had once defined his existence as one of the most significant beings in Observable Existence.

Chaos was gone.

What remained was rely flesh that had forgotten how to care about its own continuation.

THE Primordial Paradox nodded toward Amser Modred, who remained drenched in multicolored rain where he had risen from the seas.

Acknowledgnt passed between them before THE Primordial Paradox disappeared as well, his obsidian form folding away through spaces!

Amser Modred observed the body of Abaddon floating away on the transford waters.

He shook his head and released a frustrated sigh, temporal authority rippling around him in response to his emotional state.

Everything was changing too quickly. Alliances ford and dissolved. Powers shifted between beings who had held them for eons. The stability that had governed Observable Existence was crumbling, and new configurations were erging that would reshape everything.

His eyes burned with temporal determination as epiphany crystallized within his awareness.

"Everyone’s path is different. The ti it takes...is different."

He spoke aloud to no one but himself.

"Soone like Osmont can advance at a fraction of ti compared to others because he possesses Infinity. Ti dilates around those who hold endless potential, compressing what should require eons into what occurs within monts. The temporal advancents bend around his existence like... light bending around a star."

His form began to shimr with temporal authority gathering into configurations he had never attempted before.

"And now this Infinity is shared with many. Will the ti it took to advance infinitely not be cut short? If Bounded Countable Infinity flows through my foundations, does ti not beco malleable in ways it was not before?"

Rivers of temporal energy coalesced around his figure, ancient currents responding to revelations forming within his consciousness.

"Temporal Infinities. Infinite ti. These are...They are thodologies I can employ."

His eyes blazed brighter as the truth settled into his foundations.

"My Anchor is established across ti rather than within a single mont. I will seek it not in the present but across all monts simultaneously. I have sought it across ti already. I should have obtained it across ti. The seeking and the obtaining, the past and the future, they...are the sa when ti becos infinite."

BOOM!

With such words, Amser Modred disappeared into a temporal multicolored river that comnced extending infinitely across Jotunheim and beyond!

The current stretched through monts that had already occurred and monts that had not yet arrived, reaching into temporal configurations that defied linear understanding. It spread beyond Jotunheim’s boundaries into the greater expanse of Observable Existence, carrying THE Living Temporal toward a Civilizational Anchor established not within ti but across it!

His paradoxical pursuit had comnced.

And ti itself would determine whether his epiphany held truth or rely the comfortable lie of a being desperate to believe advancent remained possible.

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Abaddon floated listlessly upon the seas caused by the Pluvial Epoch of Existential Infinity.

The multicolored waters flowed around his body, into his body, through his body. He did not bother to stop the currents from perating his existence. He did not bother to resist the transformation they offered. He simply drifted, carried by forces he no longer possessed the will to acknowledge, his eyes staring upward at skies painted with colors he could not bring himself to care about.

On and on he drifted.

The waters carried him past crystallized formations that the epoch had grown from nothing. They carried him past shores where new life erged.

They carried him through regions of Jotunheim that had once answered to his command, territories where his Claim of Chaos had made him absolute.

None of it mattered anymore.

Until sothing shifted beneath the surface.

The multicolored seas began to churn around his floating form, currents disrupting in patterns. Massive shapes rose from the depths, shadows ascending through brilliance that should have made them invisible. They erged slowly, deliberately, with purpose that pressed against the listless despair surrounding Abaddon’s existence.

Chaos Giants.

They arose from the waters in groups of five, then ten, then dozens. Their massive forms towered over the seas as they gathered around the drifting body of Abaddon, their features ancient and terrible and filled with sothing that appeared remarkably like reverence.

They rembered their king!

Massive hands reached beneath Abaddon’s floating form and lifted him from the waters with gentleness that contradicted their enormous strength. They raised him above the multicolored seas as if carrying a fallen monarch, their grips supporting his body. His head rested upon one giant’s palm while others supported his torso and limbs.

Abaddon’s eyes shook for the first ti since losing his Claim.

He stared at the Chaos Giants surrounding him, at faces he had commanded for eons, at beings who should have abandoned him the mont his authority departed. They had no reason to serve him now. They had no obligation to acknowledge his existence. The Claim of Chaos that had bound them to his will was gone!

Yet here they were.

The Chaos Giants smiled at him, expressions of warmth crossing features designed for terror.

They simply carried him away from the drifting currents, away from the listless despair that had claid him, toward destinations known only to those native to this realm.

One Chaos Giant stopped to observe this procession commandingly...as if he was literally the one commanding all this.

He stood apart from the others, his massive form half-subrged in the multicolored seas as he watched his brethren carry their fallen king. A smile crossed his terrible features, but sothing about that expression did not match the reverence displayed by the others.

From his mouth, a voice echoed that did not belong to him.

"The past Clair of Chaos."

THE Great Usurper spoke through the giant’s flesh, his authority commandeering the vessel with ease.

"You may have lost your Claim, but you are still grand. A vessel of possibilities that should not be discarded simply because one purpose has concluded."

The giant’s smile widened as THE Great Usurper’s voice continued.

"I will forge you into sothing worthy again. Hmm!"

...!

The Chaos Giant turned and followed the others he had silently usurped!