Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5287

Chapter 5287: Through Adversity! II

Noah looked at Sir William Arthur and thought seriously about his words.

He was operating across multiple bodies and multiple domains simultaneously. In THE Source Lands, his body with Eon was occupied with Dual Cultivation as he would eventually get back to hunting Galdr Source creatures and developing his Galdr Source deeper.

He had Persevere stacking every second through both his Source and his Osmontian Absolute Infinity. In THE Braneworld Observable Existence, he still stood within Velanthra.

In THE Infiniverse, now displaced into THE Undefined Gaps, the emergence aftermath was still settling, the nine Prime Cause regions developing, the accumulated authority of THE Infinite Cause still being stored.

Across the lower Observable Existence, he was standing in Stilled existence, the Acedia covering everything within reach.

A Sword of Existence.

The position was connected to THE Primordial Source. That alone made it relevant to everything he was already pursuing, because every path he was currently on pointed in that direction. It aligned with his position against THE Gilded Ones of THE Braneworld Observable Existence.

And anything connected to THE Primordial Source at the institutional level had to be old, genuinely old, filled with accumulated depth and capability and knowledge that no amount of cultivation from a standing start could replicate!

He would benefit from it tremendously.

He looked at Sir William Arthur.

"For much of my life I used to think about good and evil," he said. "I asked myself which one I was. Whether what I was doing qualified as one or the other."

His eyes held a calm imperious quality. "I know now it’s just countless existences making choices. Some smart choices. But many that are plain dumb and inexcusable." He let that sit for a moment.

"So sure. I would love to be part of something that takes care of the inexcusable."

BOOM!

Sir William Arthur nodded once.

He looked at the Stilled devastation surrounding them, the silver-gold luminescence coating every coordinate.

"Those with capability and potential who choose to act rather than recline are not many in the grand scale of existence," he said. "Existence is too vast, far too vast, and it is filled with too much for any single being or organization to account for all of it. Even Vakochev, who placed his name upon THE Scales and defined the framework through which most civilizations measure their power, cannot claim meaningful coverage of what existence actually contains."

He looked back at Noah. "So there are many Swords of Existence, and there are also few. The numbers are large in absolute terms and entirely inadequate in proportional ones."

"Since you have chosen, I, Sir William, shall act as your sponsor. To become a Sword of Existence, one must possess strength and decorum above all else. After all, manners maketh man." Something in his tone carried the quality of a principle stated so many times it had become structural.

"I can sponsor you and introduce you. The rest is ultimately yours to demonstrate." He paused. "If you take these, you shall officially gain the distinction of a Trial Sword."

|Lesser Existential Source Armament- Trial Sword designation garment.|

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