Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse

Chapter 4292: What is The Way? II

Because of RUIN/EDEN, Noah was able to view the details of at least a few of the Astral Arcana Glyphs!

|Astral Arcana Glyph|

|Name: Mountain’s Judgment|

|School: Elemental|

|Rarity: Rare|

|Description: ’The earth itself is a patient, but unforgiving, judge.’ This Arcana summons a Primordial Earth Titan, a creature of living stone and molten fury, from the very bedrock of the Fold. The Titan hurls a single, mountain-sized projectile at a designated area.|

|Cost: 15,500 Units of [Elemental] Everythings, 15,000 Units of [Basic] Everythings.|

|Requirements to Cast: 950 Quadrillion Complexity.|

|Effect: Deals 1,800 Quadrillion in area-of-effect Complexity-based damage. The impact zone is permanently altered, becoming a region of [Unstable Gravity] for 24 hours.|

|Cooldown: 1 Hour.|

|Astral Arcana Glyph|

|Name: The Silent Forest|

|School: Concept|

|Rarity: Rare|

|Description: ’The loudest scream is the one that is never heard.’ This Arcana does not summon a creature, but a concept. It manifests an Obsidian World Tree whose presence absorbs and negates all sound, communication, and conceptual ’noise’ within its vast radius.|

|Cost: 15,000 Units of [Concept] Everythings, 5,000 Units of [Basic] Everythings.|

|Requirements to Cast: 900 Quadrillion Purity.|

|Effect: All enemies within a dozen Fold light-year radius are afflicted with [Conceptual Muting] for 5 minutes. All abilities with a verbal or communicative component fail to cast. All psionic and mental links are severed. A perfect tool for disrupting a coordinated force.|

|Cooldown: 45 Minutes.|

|Astral Arcana Glyph|

|Name: Chronos’s Bargain|

|School: Temporal|

|Rarity: Rare|

|Description: ’I will give you a moment, but the price is a lifetime.’ This Arcana summons a Temporal Wraith, a specter of woven time and regret. The Wraith offers a single target a terrible choice: accept a blessing or a curse.|

|Cost: 15,000 Units of [Temporal] Everythings, 1 Unit of [Choice] Everything.|

|Requirements to Cast: 1000 Quadrillion Complexity & Purity.|

|Effect (Blessing): Target ally gains [Temporal Haste]. Their personal timeline is accelerated by 10,000% for 10 seconds. They experience 1000 seconds of existence in a single real-time second.|

|Effect (Curse): Target enemy is afflicted with [Temporal Rot]. Their existence is aged by 10,000 Trillion years in a single instant.|

|Cooldown: 1 Hour.|

Noah nodded as he saw them, his mind already dissecting, analyzing, and calculating the possibilities.

But before he could even begin to truly grasp the strategic depth of this new system, the skies above Aethelgard lit up once more.

The Elder Early Creatures had had their turn. Now, it was time for the youth!

The Juvenile Early Creatures, their forms blazing with a fierce, untamed power, moved to the forefront.

Their own Living Astral Codexes shone, and from them, a new, even more numerous of a storm was unleashed!

HUUM!

Hundreds of Common Astral Arcana Glyphs filled the skies, a blizzard of shimmering, conceptual cards.

It was an avalanche of pure, unadulterated power, a torrent of Early Existential Authority and Early Living Existential Authorities that erupted across the entire region.

The very air was thick with the light of a thousand different summons, a thousand different spells, a thousand different endings all converging on the now-vulnerable forces of the Early Laboratories!

Oh!

Noah’s eyes gazed at all of it brightly.

War.

War was also a conversation, was it not? A terrible, brutal, and ultimately, very honest dialogue between two opposing wills.

The first words are often the loudest, the most dramatic...a grand, sweeping statement of intent designed to shock and awe.

A mountain falling from the sky. A forest of silence. A declaration of overwhelming, undeniable power.

But the true, grinding work of war was not in the grand pronouncements. It wS in the relentless, unending stream of smaller, sharper words that followed!

The constant pressure, the endless attrition, the slow, inexorable erosion of the enemy’s will to continue the conversation! Through the attacks!

The first blow may be a poem. But the victory is won in the endless, grinding prose that follows.

So just what ridiculously fucking prose was he about to witness here...and who would take the crown at the end of the day?

The attacks raged down towards Valkyrie Anastasia and the remaining Justiciar around her as thousands more appeared, their bodies moving as one to produce countless intricate white chains of Purity that soon formed into a radiant, glorious sea which rose to meet the immensity of Aethelgard.

And soon after, an even grander change bloomed.

A brilliant, crimson glow erupted from the forefront of the Justiciar legion.

Noah was watching absolutely everything as even the slightest changes caught his gaze, and the moment this change came to be...his eyes whipped to very quickly locate exactly where the change started.

Its origin...was Dr. Flamel!

|A Grand Principle has been activated.|

|Analysis: [The Principle of the Crimson Legion] is being initiated by the subject, Dr. Flamel. Its authority is being projected and shared across all allied Justiciar units.|

|Primary Effect: [Legion’s Unity] – All Justiciars under the Principle’s influence gain a shared pool of Purity and a unified will. Their power is no longer individual, but collective.|

|Secondary Effect: [The Crimson Wings of War] – A temporary, but profound, amplification of all combat parameters.|

BOOM!

The effect was instantaneous and breathtaking. Blazing crimson wings, woven from threads of pure, conceptual fire, bloomed from the back of every single Justiciar!

Their pristine white armor was now tinged with a bloody, warlike light, and their power levels, already staggering, surged to impossible new heights.

The weakest among them now blazed with the light of over 3,000 Quadrillion in Purity, the strongest reaching a terrifying 3,500 Quadrillion!

In this brief, glorious second of empowerment, they did not just defend. They attacked! The white chains of Purity, now infused with the crimson light of the Principle, became whips of absolute judgment!

They lashed out, and the summoned mountains, the silent forests, the temporal mammoths... all of it was torn asunder.

After all each Justiciar now erupted with the power of a genuine Elder Early Creature!

The manifestations of the Astral Arcana were dissected, their very conceptual makeup unraveled and cast into the chaotic winds of the Fold!

And then, with a unified flap of their new, crimson wings, the Justiciars appeared in close proximity... to the wall surrounding Aethelgard in a single instant.

At the Rampart of Aethelgard as they were knocking at the doors!

...!