Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5209

Chapter 5209: Bellum II

White flames erupted from the glacial Relictus, washing over its wounds with the comprehensive authority of something that had decided the wounds were provisional rather than permanent. The crystal plates reformed. The bleeding stopped. The body that had been diminished returned to a configuration that was not its prior configuration but something grander, the engagement’s damage converted into the raw material of the improvement rather than simply absorbed as loss.

Platinum flames erupted from the nine-headed Relictus in the same instant, the crowns that had been lost reforming above the heads that had lost them, each new crown carrying a slightly different quality than its predecessor as though the process of losing and recovering it had refined the connection between the head and the crown rather than simply restoring the original arrangement.

Both of them were stronger than before the damage.

They went back to fighting.

Noah watched the cycle for what felt like an enormous stretch of subjective time, the two Relictus dismantling and recovering and becoming grander through each cycle of destruction, the word Persevere rising from both of them at intervals that grew further apart as each recovery produced a configuration that could sustain engagement longer before requiring the declaration.

The vision did not end because the fight ended. The fight did not end.

"Bellum," he said quietly into the vision-space, the word carrying the specific resonance of a being finding the name for something they had already understood. "Bellum."

His existence began to buzz.

He thought about his own conflicts. Not abstractly. Specifically. The moment of his emergence from his mother, which was itself a sustained engagement between his forming existence and every force that had been pressing against that emergence from the outside.

Growing up in the conditions that had produced the memory of his father’s belt. The apocalypse arriving and finding him alive on the other side of it. Every tier of Vakochev’s framework he had pressed against and found yielding eventually, not because the framework had been generous but because he had refused the alternative.

Every Beast, Demon, Cultivator, Primordials, Living Existences, Early Creatures, The Living, The Dead, Primordial Architects...

Every Gilded binding. Every Sororis Prima who had looked at him and categorized him as something that should not be standing where he was standing.

THE Bellum Cause had been with him since before he had a name for it.

It had been integrated into THE Infinite Cause from the beginning, because THE Infinite Cause was the Cause of emergence through pain, and painful emergence was simply THE Bellum Cause applied to the specific act of coming into being. They were not separate truths. They were the same truth approached from different angles.

So why would he not be able to pull the power of this Cause? Why would it not integrate?

THE Infinite Cause was still manifesting, still growing, its full power not yet set in stone because THE Infiniverse had not yet completed her transformation into a genuine Observable Existence. When that completion arrived, when THE Infiniverse became what she was becoming, the power THE Infinite Cause could draw on would be equivalent to what THE First Cause had drawn on when it produced the Observable Existence that currently existed.

A Cause at the scale of THE First Cause.

Into which he was now drawing THE Bellum Cause’s weavings.

|THE Bellum Cause’s weavings are being pulled and integrated into your Infinite Cause.|

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