Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5055

Chapter 5055: Awakening! I

THE Secretive Eon appeared in a domain that existed between Observable and Unobservable.

The space measured only a mile wide in diameter, a pocket of stability carved into the boundary separating what could be perceived from what could not. Beyond its edges, swirling weavings of Unobservable wrapped around the domain in configurations that would have driven lesser beings mad merely from proximity. The darkness there moved with purpose, pressing against the domain’s boundaries without quite breaching them.

Within this small sanctuary, vibrant green grasses covered the ground in carpets that should not have been possible given the forces surrounding them. A simple white hut stood at the center, its construction humble and unremarkable, the kind of dwelling that suggested meditation rather than habitation. This place had been hidden for eons, known only to one existence in all of Observable Existence.

Until now.

Behind Eon, a sliver of a gateway remained open where she had entered. From it, THE Primordial Paradox stepped through, his obsidian titanic form immediately scanning the surroundings with attention that missed nothing. His paradoxical authority rippled around him as he observed the grasses, the hut, the swirling Unobservable beyond the boundaries.

"This place I have not been to."

His voice emerged with the weight of someone realizing they had been deceived.

"Just what more are you hiding?"

...!

THE Secretive Eon did not respond immediately.

She sat down upon the vibrant grasses with calm that seemed inappropriate. Her expression held resignation rather than fear, acceptance rather than anxiety. Whatever she was about to do, she had made peace with it long before this moment arrived.

Then she plunged her hand into her own chest.

Her fingers passed through flesh that parted without resistance, reaching into depths where her foundations resided. When she withdrew her hand, she held a key that blazed with golden light so pure it seemed to reject the surrounding Unobservable entirely. The key was ornate and ancient, its design suggesting purposes that predated most classifications Observable Existence currently employed.

Eon parted the hair behind her neck, exposing skin that had not seen light in eons.

Without looking at THE Primordial Paradox, she extended the key toward him.

"I wish I had never told you about me."

Her voice emerged flat and tired.

"I wanted to never return to that state. Even when I was being controlled by Unity, I did not reach out to it. I wanted to overcome it myself."

She paused.

"But I failed. Osmont scorched Unity out of me, and in turn, he has also loosened the seal. Since it will break regardless, I will consider this eons-long experiment to have been a failure. I thought I could make things happen without it, but whatever."

She thrust the key toward him more insistently.

"Take the key. I made it so that I could not fully unlock it myself."

...!

THE Primordial Paradox grasped the key with confusion visible across his obsidian features.

"What are you talking about? I reached out to you because of your Civilization. With it, my Paradox can undergo acceleration even-"

"I lied to you about my Civilization."

Her interruption was sharp and final.

"Just put the key on the back of my neck. Everything will become clearer after."

...!

THE Secretive Eon wore a hardened expression as she spoke these words.

A key. Something even THE Primordial Mycelia had never sensed during its occupation of her existence, something far above that fungal horror’s stature to perceive. Naturally, a key meant something was locked. And right now, that something was Eon herself.

Turning the key would unlock her.

Doing so was an admission that she had failed, that her experiment in living as something lesser had concluded in defeat. What could she do? Existence was unfair. It had always been unfair. She had simply spent eons pretending otherwise.

Behind her, THE Primordial Paradox continued to frown as he brought the key toward her exposed neck.

"I may speak to you differently and change afterward."

"Do not mind it. I will still be me. Just somewhat different."

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