Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5691

Chapter 5691: One Word!

The chains shattered.

Multicolored fragments of scorching authority blew outward across the basin and dissolved into nothing before they landed, and from the devoured coffin’s resting place, something rose!

Noah, hoisted and burning in the grip of the Immense One, could not see it.

No one could see it! Its Dimensionality was too high, a walking wound in what was possible, perceivable only by the way existence flinched around its edges, by the prints that appeared in the luminous soil under no feet, by the way the honeyed air bent aside to let something pass!

An invisible part of a being, imperceivable and immense, standing free.

And the first thing it did was not rise toward the eye.

The invisible presence turned, and crossed the ruined grave, and knelt beside a small obsidian slime.

Masamuk lay at the edge of the torn mound where his devouring charge had ended, and Noah’s crushed perception dragged itself toward him, and what it found made his existence buzz.

The slime... was hazy!

Its small obsidian body, the body that contained countless folded dimensions, was losing its edges! Its deep translucent depths were thinning, its drifting stellar motes going out one by one like lamps down a long street, its entire simple form blurring as if the single nanosecond of that glorious devouring had asked for everything, as if the charge and the feast and the freeing had used up all of its existence at once.

And the invisible being held him.

There was nothing to see, and somehow it was unmistakable! The hazy little slime rose gently off the soil, cradled against a presence that could not be perceived, lifted the way something precious is lifted, and Masamuk’s dim crimson eyes looked up into a face that was not there, and tears fell.

Tears, from a splitter of Chaos.

They slid down the blurring obsidian body and dropped onto the ruined grave, and the slime’s soft rasped voice carried across the silent basin, small and breaking and unbearably gentle.

"If only I remembered. If only."

...!

Noah’s existence clenched around the words.

If only I remembered!

He said this while his existence seemingly faded!

Had Masamuk been teetering at an edge this whole time?! Had the melancholic little thing beside the lake been spending its last reserves waiting for one chance, and this was it, and now it was gone?

Or was this only a body, one vessel of something vaster, falling apart while the true existence endured somewhere folded and safe?

The obsidian slime... surely wasn’t dead, right?!

He could not tell! His Regard was crushed, his perception was bleeding, and the haze kept thinning, and above it all, the sky laughed!

|Oh, how touching,| THE GLOATING JAILER boomed, and its cruelty was unhurried ans entirely unnecessary.

|The little rat spent itself utterly for one embrace it cannot even properly feel. Look at it leaking. Do you know, I could smell something old and sad somewhere in my fields. I assumed it was the grave itself. How delicious to learn my trophy came with a pet.|

The eye’s pressure ground down harder!

|And you, little farmer. You screamed so wonderfully. I do hope the pieces of you remember it, wherever pieces of rats go.|

HUUM!

And then Noah felt something heavy.

Through the crushing, through the grief, through the haze of a dying friend held by an invisible mourner, he perceived the force of nature in the coffin’s wake seemingly RISE.

The unperceivable presence straightened, still cradling the fading slime, and though it had no face and no eyes and no shape his existence could hold, Noah knew with total certainty that it was looking at HIM!

A Piece of Vakochev!

And in the deepest depths of his existence, the crystal shone!

Vakochev’s beacon blazed like a struck flare, pulsing light through his foundations, key and lock finally facing one another across a ruined grave, and an instant later...

The sky stopped playing.

|Enough of this.|

The Immense One applied undeniable force!

There was no wind-up and no flourish! The pressure that had been torture became verdict, the full unveiled seriousness of one of Those Who Remain closing around Noah’s Provenance Dream Body like a hand around a moth, and every defense he had was simply overwhelmed.

The nine-fold golden shields in his quarks blazed and broke! His singularities shrieked in their orbits! His Body, his Precepts, his blazing generated purpose, all of it was pressed past its limits at once, and Noah Osmont, in the last moments of a body that was only a dream, made a choice that no sane existence would make.

He opened himself to ALL of it!

’It is a dream,’ he thought, savage and clear inside the collapse.

’No harm comes to my existence. Which means this, right here, is the only place I can ever afford this lesson. So let me feel absolutely everything!’

And he felt it.

He felt his processes seethe and fight to the last.

The third Baryogenesis cycle roared on through the destruction, tempering quarks even as they burst!

His Teloi shields shattered and REFORMED and shattered again, nine aims refusing to stop standing up! His Sanguine weavings boiled, his Tongue pressed against his teeth wanting to speak Words into a dying mouth, every single system he had ever built raging against the verdict with the full stubbornness of his existence, and he catalogued all of it, every failure-point, every seam that held longest, every defense that died well, a complete map of his own limits drawn in his own destruction!

And here was the wonder that the pain could not drown.

Even applying its full seriousness, even with undeniable force, it still took the Immense One more than a nanosecond to finish him!

More than a nanosecond! His quarks did not crumble, they were overcome, each one holding to the last edge of its purpose, and as the final wave crushed inward, as his existence popped like a balloon at last and the Provenance of THE Human Dreamer scattered into radiant blue-gold mist across a ruined Dimension!

The sky spoke over his scattering, and its words were the cruelest it had said all day, because they were not even aimed at him.

As if THE Immense One gad simply killed an insignificant ant.

|Look at that. Yet another lifeform that moved for you, and lived for you, killed senselessly. You really are the worst, Vakochev. So many little ones dying for your sake. That little slime. That old granny. That black spider... so many avoidable deaths. So many...|

"Persevere."

...!

HUUM!

All of it disintegrated.

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