Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5365

Chapter 5365: Seal! II

Noah understood exactly where he stood, and he let the cold certainty of it fill his voice.

"You think you’re inside my body, growing into my foundation. You’re not. You’re merely inside my heart." He took a step toward the corpse’s face.

"My heart...beats with Infinity, yes. But it beats even more with Quintessence, the irreducible essence of every single thing that exists. My identity is bound to my Infinity, and bound even tighter to my Quintessence. And what is held inside my Organ of Existence is mine, by the whole nature of what it is. It is for me to take."

He held the thing’s stolen gaze without blinking.

"So you, Sealed One, are the grandest meal that ever buried itself in a mine. Your power is now held inside an organ whose entire purpose is to make what it holds mine to use. And with every beat of my heart, it will draw on you. A little. And a little more. With every single beat, forever, until you are nothing but a dried-up cleaved hand with no power left in it at all."

HUUM!

THE Sealed One stared at him.

And then it laughed, and the laugh was worse than the arrogance, because there was nothing in it but genuine delight! Genuine! Delight!

"Try it," it said, rising slowly back to its full height on the corpse’s nose. "Try it, little thing. The more unique you are, the better. The more problems you make for me, the better. Do you have any idea how long I have been bored? Do you understand the tedium of waking in one small mind after another, each of them folding the instant I touch it, none of them worth the effort of the taking?" Its eyes shone.

"I am intrigued. Truly intrigued. I did not think this recent Age had a single thing left in it capable of intriguing me, and here you are. So go on. Drain me, beat by beat. Let us find out which of us runs dry first, the patient thing...or the clever one."

Noah closed his eyes after he heard such words.

Multicolored Quintessence Infiniforce burned to life around him, the essence-light of every irreducible thing, and it swirled, condensing, deepening, until it resolved into Osmontian Absolute Infinity, his identity made into pure authority.

From him it spread out across the entire domain, across the corpse and the drifting fragments of Observable Existence and the dead and vibrant Causes, and it formed chains!

Endless chains of Osmontian Absolute Infinity, link upon link upon link, weaving through the whole vast space, wrapping the corpse, binding the shattered worlds, threading through the swirling currents themselves, a prison built inside the prison of his heart, the chains turning endlessly through the domain with no beginning and no end and no edge anywhere for the thing inside to set itself against!

THE Sealed One watched the chains spread across its dead kingdom, and laughed harder.

"Good," it said, and the word was genuine and terrible. "Good! GOOD!"

BOOM!

Noah opened his eyes, looked one last time at the thing wearing his aged face, and brought his palm to his own chest in a single defiant strike, sealing the domain, sealing the chains, sealing the laughing ancient thing into the heart that would spend it beat by beat for as long as it took.

And he vanished from that place!

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Noah opened his eyes and came back to THE Maw, and his body was trembling.

He stood in the dark of the mine, where four rivers of light had been drunk down not long ago, and for the first time in longer than he cared to count, his existence was not entirely his own to command. His expression was heavy. His legs wanted to fold.

He reached out and grabbed the surrounding existence itself for support, fingers closing on the substrate of the place the way a falling man grabs a railing, and he caught himself a breath before his knees met the ground.

He did not let them meet the ground. That, at least, he refused!

The prompts came while he held himself up.

|Status: You have momentarily contained THE Sealed One within your existence. The action draws on the entirety of your Osmontian Absolute Infinity to maintain. A slight lapse in concentration, a single moment where your identity wavers, and THE Sealed One may break the constraint and resume what it began.|

|You have come under the influence of something unfathomably old, presumably active before THE Scales of Existence were ever laid. The full nature of it cannot be assessed. What can be assessed are its impositions.|

|THE Directives of THE Sealed One have been imposed upon your existence:|

|Second Directive: You must devour and feed your existence a set Unit of Existential Biomass to maintain yourself and to feed the hunger of THE Sealed One. This hunger is not static. It will grow. What satisfies it today will not satisfy it tomorrow, and the requirement will climb as the contained existence stirs against its chains.| 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

|THE Aura of THE Source Barbarian has been influenced by THE Intent of THE Sealed One. It has begun transforming into an unranked and unrecognized Akashic Civilizational Intent. All of your knowledge, your records, your foundations, and every component of your power are beginning to draw together into a true Intent of your own. It may not retain this form or this name once fully realized; it is becoming something the framework has no slot for. Resources such as Eridarch Ore will aid and accelerate this transformation. It is now theorized that the mining of Eridarch Ore across the ages gradually loosened whatever sealed THE Sealed One, which is what permitted the events of today to occur.|

|Your Infinity and THE Primordial Source have developed a natural inclination to resonate and combine. They now behave like boundlessly interacting strings and waves within your existence, and each time they collide they produce unknown sparks. These sparks calibrate and elevate your Source.|

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