Infinite Mana in the Apocalypse - Chapter 4716

Capítulo 4716: Where Is He?

Across the Wastes of THE Fallout.

In a region filled with ash and flames and chaos, a graceful figure moved through the devastation with purpose that refused to waver.

Lumivara.

Her radiant humanoid form blazed against the surrounding darkness, an ethereal tail of pure light trailing behind her like banners of defiance. Fox-like features adorned a face of terrible beauty, with eyes that burned with golden blue luminescence and ears that swept back through hair that seemed woven from captured starlight.

Her brilliance illuminated the surrounding ash, pushing back the oppressive gloom that pervaded this cursed region.

Distinct signatures of Mana permeated across her Way of Light.

That blue-gold thread woven into her essence, the gift her Master had bestowed upon her, pulsed with steady rhythm as she used it to guide her search. It was a beacon and a compass both, connecting her to something greater than herself even in this realm of isolation.

At this moment, she had a stern gaze as she moved across the Wastes while trying to follow signatures of Mana. Trying to locate her Master in a region that did not allow for communication or teleportation.

The Wastes scrambled everything. They twisted space and severed connections. They made the simple act of finding someone into an ordeal that could take years or decades or longer.

But she was determined.

And she knew the others that she had recruited in THE Belly of Existence would be trying to do the same.

All the entities she had touched with the gift of Mana, all those who had sworn themselves to her Master’s Way.

They were out there. Searching. Refusing to give up.

And so, she continued on.

A few minutes later, as she crossed a region of volcanic flames where the very ground bled fire and the air itself seemed to burn, her expression shifted.

It became serious.

Her golden blue eyes narrowed as she looked behind her, her tail spreading wide in instinctive readiness. She sensed it before she saw it. The vibrant aura of multiple entities appearing, each of them carrying different depths of power that pressed against her senses like physical weight.

And then she saw them.

The figure that emerged first from the flames was magnificent in a way that demanded acknowledgment. She did not know him but…

This was…Gilgamesh!

He strode through the volcanic chaos as if it were a pleasant garden, his form radiating authority that predated civilizations. His features were carved from something older than mere flesh, a face of terrible beauty shining with glory!

Golden hair swept back from a brow that had worn crowns when crowns still meant something. His eyes blazed with the light of Genesis Principles.

He wore armor that seemed grown rather than forged, plates of paradoxical gold and obsidian that shifted between states of being as if unable to decide what they truly were. And in his bearing, in every step he took, there was the unmistakable weight of Fundamental Depth.

A Leader among Leaders!

Behind him, eighteen Early Creatures lined up like majestic titans.

They burned with THE Surface and Intermediate Depth of Absolute Sovereignty, their forms massive and terrible in their grandeur. Paradoxical obsidian-gold armor adorned their bodies, matching their leader’s aesthetic in a display of unified purpose.

But that wasn’t what made Lumivara’s blood run cold.

Two of these Intermediate Depth Early Creatures held obsidian spears.

And mounted on those spears were severed heads.

The heads of collapsed entities.

Entities that seemed to be pulsing still with residual waves of their Way, Ways that had glimmers of… Mana.

That blue-gold thread. That gift. That connection to her Master.

And the figure of Gilgamesh himself was grasping in his hand a chain that bundled a man whose Way burned with Light and Mana. The chained entity’s body was on the edge of collapse, his form flickering between states of existence as if it couldn’t decide whether it was still alive or already dead. His eyes, when they met Lumivara’s, held nothing but apology.

She recognized him.

She recognized them all.

The heads on the spears. The chained being. All her followers that she had exposed to Mana in THE Belly of Existence. All those she had told to find the Master should they get separated.

Her responsibility.

Her failure.

“OOOH!”

Lumivara roared out with fury that made the volcanic flames recoil. Light exploded from her form, now nine tails blazing with radiance that turned the surrounding ash to glass. The signature of Mana within her burned brighter than it ever had, responding to her rage with equal intensity.

Gilgamesh looked at her calmly.

His expression didn’t change. His posture didn’t shift. He regarded her outburst the way one might regard a particularly loud insect, with mild interest and no concern whatsoever.

“We have been searching for the signatures of Mana and coming across lesser things constantly.”

His voice was deep and resonant, carrying the weight of ages in every syllable. It was the voice of a king who had ruled when kingship was absolute, when his word was law and his judgment was final.

“You seem a bit stronger than the rest. You must be his stronger follower.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her with eyes that had witnessed the birth of many things.

“Do you know the whereabouts of your Master? Do you know where this man is?”

An illusory image appeared between them.

The Scale Breaker!

The blue-gold brilliance that surrounded him. The eyes that held depths that even Gilgamesh couldn’t fully fathom.

The First Leader looked at the image, then at the chained Intermediate Depth entity, then at the collapsed heads on spears held by his subordinates.

“The others kept their mouths sealed tightly.”

There was no satisfaction in his voice. No cruelty. Just statement of fact.

“I hope you won’t be the same. I take no pleasure in cruelty or torture, but Osmont must be found.”

He stepped forward, and the volcanic flames parted around him like servants clearing a path for royalty.

“So, little fox. The one whose signature you currently carry, that glimmer of blue in your Way, do you know where he is? Can you sense him?”

HUUUUUM!

As he spoke, multiple Genesis Principles seethed around his body, manifesting as countless weapons that materialized from nothing. Swords and spears and axes and halberds, each one a Phantasm that had shaped history, each one capable of annihilating lesser entities through concept alone.

His Fundamental Depth Weight crashed out like a billowing sea, pressing down upon the region with authority that demanded submission. The volcanic flames bent toward him as if in worship. The ash swirled in patterns that echoed ancient script!

Oh!

Gilgamesh! Gilgamesh! Gilgamesh!

And Lumivara roared out in defiance.

Light and Mana erupted from her in a glorious pillar of brilliance that shot toward the burning sky. Her nine tails spread wide, each one becoming a blade of pure radiance. Her Way expanded outward, pushing back against his Weight with everything she had.

She would not kneel, and she would not speak.

And if she died here, she would die without betraying the one who had given her purpose!

Her eyes flickered with defiance as truly, she had hoped to at least see him again after all these eons. To relieve how he protected her in The Infinite Unfurling.

Oh.