Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5370

Chapter 5370: Records and Knowledge I

Dame Seraphine stepped forward to meet Borys, and the rushing pressure of him broke against the first thing out of her mouth.

"By the Honor of THE Queen Regnant," she said, "and the Source she has granted me."

She did not say it as a battle cry. She said it the way a person says a thing they have said many times, an oath worn smooth by use, the words a hinge that something larger turned upon. And as the last of them left her, she changed!

HUUM!

Her figure unmade its ordinary shape and became light. Obsidian stellar light, deep and dark and shining at once, the form of a Source Lifeform setting aside the body it wore for company and showing instead the thing it actually was underneath. The armor was gone. The graceful woman was gone. What stood in the storm of THE Maw was a being of pure obsidian radiance, and the dying converted air around her flinched back from it.

She reached up into the dark above her, and her fingers closed on a handle that was forming there.

A sword. Obsidian, growing as she gripped it, and it did not stop growing at the length of a sword a person carries. It grew past that, and past that, until it measured itself in gigaparsecs, a blade vast enough that the mine could not have held it if the mine were the thing it was being drawn in. It was being drawn somewhere larger. It was being drawn in existence itself!

"THE Primordial Reclamation," she said.

BOOM!

There are many wondrous beings in existence. Many Lifeforms grand enough that the telling of them sounds like exaggeration to those who have never stood near one.

Dame Seraphine, in this moment, with the obsidian blade rising at her hand, was one of the beings the others would have called grand. She did not often show it. The administration of Oaths did not require it, and she was a being who spent only what a task demanded. This task demanded it!

THE Primordial Reclamation did a simple thing, and simple things at the Fifth Scale are rarely small.

It reclaimed a span of existence in the name of THE Primordial Source and the one who wielded the blade, and within the reclaimed span, nothing was permitted to be present that the Source and its wielder did not deem acceptable. It did not strike. It did not burn. It decided what was allowed to exist in the space it claimed, and then it made that decision true, and anything the decision excluded was simply denied its place there.

Borys was not deemed acceptable.

The blue-robed thing wearing an Infinite Lifeform’s face came on with its apocalyptic sea of Infinity, its Olympian Intent reorganizing the space ahead of it into law, and it ran headlong into a span of existence that had decided it did not belong. His existence was denied!

BOOOM!

Across the surrounding gigaparsecs, the reclaimed space refused to hold him, and he was pushed back, his charge breaking, his sea of Infinity finding no ground to stand on because the ground itself had stopped recognizing his right to stand on it.

He roared. It was a maddened sound, the fury of a thing that had grown used to having its way and had just met a wall that did not care how grand it had become, his seas of blue Infinity surging against the denial and finding no purchase in it.

Dame Seraphine watched him be pushed back, cold and unhurried in her dazzling obsidian state, the gigaparsec blade held steady. She had bought herself a moment. She had bought the descent a moment. She did not waste it admiring her own work.

She looked to the far distance instead, deeper into THE Maw, deeper than the storms, and she sensed something there.

"Let’s go," she said.

And she turned from the denied and roaring Borys, and headed toward the blindingly pulsing Intent in the deep. 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

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