Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5084

Chapter 5084: Knowledge And Access IV

Naldine observed him for a long moment within that perception stretched toward infinity.

Then she raised her right hand.

"Watch carefully. I will only demonstrate this once before we discuss it."

Her palm faced outward, fingers spread wide as if preparing to grasp something that existed beyond physical perception. The gesture held stillness that seemed almost reverent, a musician preparing to play an instrument that had been waiting since before Observable Existence learned to observe.

Then her fingers began to move.

The first motion was a curling inward, each finger bending in sequence from smallest to largest as if she were grasping threads of reality itself that only five percent Civilizational Access could perceive. Her hand drew backward in a pulling motion, those invisible threads gathering in her palm like strands of a sea being unraveled from the weaving that held them in place.

Her palm rotated slowly, drawing a circle in the frozen air that suggested reversal, regression, the unwinding of causality flowing backward against its natural current. The motion was ancient, gestures that seemed to have existed before gestures were possible, movements that touched upon fundamentals!

Her fingers snapped outward in a flicking motion, releasing whatever she had gathered while simultaneously reaching toward something distant. Then her hand closed into a fist, authority condensing into configurations that pressed against the stretched moment with force that should not have been possible within perception alone.

Her fist opened.

Her fingers spread as fire would bloom from kindling, and her voice emerged with words that pressed against existence itself.

"Silurian Ember, First of Flames. I grasp the Thread. I burn the Thread. What was shall be unwritten, what stood shall stand no more. THE SILURIAN LIGHT"

The words landed with force that made even this perception stretched toward infinity tremble slightly.

Golden fire, pale and terrible and filled with colors that should not have been capable of existing simultaneously, flickered briefly around her extended fingers before fading into nothing. It was only demonstration, only illustration, only showing him what the Modus Operandi looked like when properly executed by one who possessed the capacity to channel it.

She lowered her hand and looked at him.

Noah looked back at her.

He blinked.

Really, it had seemed like she was just waving her hand around and spouting rubbish.

The gesture had been elaborate, certainly. The words had sounded impressive, undeniably. But watching her perform the Modus Operandi without being able to perceive what she was actually touching, without being able to sense the depths of Civilization she was accessing, without being able to feel the threads she was grasping and the fire she was calling forth, all of it had seemed like theatrical nonsense.

A woman waving her fingers in patterns that held no meaning he could discern.

A woman speaking words that sounded ancient but conveyed nothing to ears that could not hear what existed beneath their surface.

Gibberish!

"You see?" Naldine said with expression that held no surprise at his reaction. "To you, it means nothing. Because you cannot perceive what I am touching when I make those movements. You cannot hear what I am calling when I speak those words. The Modus Operandi requires access you do not possess, perception you have not developed, depths you cannot currently reach."

She shook her head slowly.

"This is why I said it would seem like gibberish. Because without the capacity to perceive THE Silurian Light, without the access to find where it resides and grasp the thread that connects to THE Silurian Cause, you are simply a child mimicking gestures and sounds without understanding what they are meant to accomplish."

...!

Noah thought of the demonstration.

He thought about himself, about how different his path had been compared to every other being he had encountered in Observable Existence. The traditional progression demanded a Civilizational Anchor first, affirmations of self-knowledge that established the framework through which all subsequent advancement would flow. Then came THE Proterozoic Scale, the transformation of bones and organs.

Noah had not followed that path.

He, without making a Civilizational Anchor with his main body, was forming Hadean Bones. Not Proterozoic. Hadean.

A classification that should not have existed, a tier of transformation that the system prompts themselves seemed uncertain how to categorize. His right hand blazed with THE Hadean Hand of Infinite Grasp.

And he possessed THE Hadean Organ of Civilization.

’Oh...’

His eyes flickered as he smiled at the realization. THE Hadean Organ of Civilization. He had formed something grander than a Proterozoic Organ first bwfore even forming any bones!

That construct within his chest had made everything possible. It processed Observable force. It granted Civilizational Eons of Development that allowed Ozymandias to progress at ridiculous rates. It collected THE Hadean Existential Singularities that siphoned knowledge and power from designated targets.

His progression was completely different than the progression of others!

The requirements Naldine had listed pressed against his awareness. Eighty-five percent Proterozoic Bone saturation. Organ Triad Foundation. Infinity Tolerance through integration rather than containment.

He met the third requirement absolutely.

But the bone saturation, the organ requirements, these he lacked in traditional form.

However.

He possessed Hadean Bones rather than Proterozoic. Were they not superior?

He possessed THE Hadean Organ of Civilization.

And then there was THE Infiniverse.

But the most significant factor remained his connection to a Gilded.

He thought about Eon, about the Observable force flooding into him through Quintessence Infiniforce pathways that violated Existential Designations. If his thoughts were correct regarding the nature of THE Gilded, they should have no issues with accessing more of their existence and Civilizations. The limitations that constrained THE Bounded would not apply to them. They might start at five percent Civilizational Access. They might start at ten percent. Or more.

He was currently connected to and siphoning from a Gilded.

He himself could not determine where he stood. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Okay. Let me see the motions again."

"And you can tell me about any other Pulses of The Scales. Any information I could benefit from. Even knowledge of THE Wyld."

"After all, we have the time."

...!

"Very well."

"There are other Pulses," she said, her perception waving hands that conjured new diagrams in the frozen air around them. "THE Ordovician Silence is one I possess knowledge of, though I have never successfully channeled it. It does not erase causality as it freezes it. Everything affected becomes locked in the moment of contact, unable to progress forward or backward, suspended until the one who channeled the Pulse permits movement to resume."

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