Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5385

Chapter 5385: True! II

His ambition now, stated plainly to himself, was this dreadful thing fully under his control, spent down beat by beat, every secret in it his.

And a man cannot bring a monster under his control by refusing to ever engage with it. He brings it under control by setting off its traps on his own terms, while he holds every advantage, and overcoming them, and proving to it and to himself that the cage holds even when the prisoner is allowed to act.

He knew there was a trap. He wanted to spring it. He wanted to walk into the thing THE Sealed One had built and walk back out intact, because that was what mastery actually looked like, and because he was done flinching from the contents of his own heart!

So he sent a sliver of his Intent, a sliver of himself, toward the thread of information!

|A generated thread of complex information and record has been released freely by THE Sealed One. The record is unfolding as a memory belonging to THE Sealed One. Caution: the offering is given willingly. Treat all willing gifts from the contained presence as carrying intent beyond the gift.|

HUUM!

Noah focused, and felt a portion of his Intent drawn into the thread, and a scene began to bloom in front of him. He received it calmly, fully prepared, his attention split between the unfolding record and the cage in his chest, watching for the move he knew was coming, ready to answer it the instant it showed itself.

|A memory from a time before Vakochev’s Scales of Existence were laid is now playing before you.|

|Designated: THE Last Quiet After The War.|

|In this memory, THE Sealed One sits upon a mountain of the corpses of True Lifeforms. The war is over. The memory will now begin to play.|

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The record unfolded, and it did not unfold simply.

The pieces came together in a complex way, fragments of a memory assembling themselves around Noah’s awareness, and he watched all of it coldly with his own identity burning steady at the center of him. He did not merely watch, though.

He moved. He placed himself, his identity, subtly into the weavings of the memory as it assembled, threading the Quintessential truth of who he was into the structure of the record itself, so that he was not a passive eye waiting for THE Sealed One’s trap to spring on its own schedule.

He was a presence inside the memory, ambitious and proactive, ready to act the instant the move revealed itself! He would walk this record like a man who owned the ground.

The pieces locked together, and the prompts named where he stood.

|You have appeared within the record. Location: THE Infinite Carcosa.|

|THE Infinite Carcosa is a span of existence vaster and more complex than THE Source Lands, for the simple reason that Infinity sits at its backbone where Primordial Source sits at the backbone of the Source Lands. Because Infinity does not run out, the Carcosa does not end. It stretches without limit, folding and refolding through itself, and it is where the madness and the superior horror of Infinity unfold without restraint, without the foundation that the Source provides to steady it. It is beautiful and it is deranged and it goes on forever. This record plays out in a single small corner of such a place.|

The first thing that mattered was not what Noah saw. It was what he felt.

Because the record was playing from the inside, from the perspective of THE Sealed One, and so the feelings came with it, flooding into Noah unbidden!

Arrogance, vast and total, the arrogance of a thing that had never once met its equal. Confidence past any measure he had a frame for, conviction so absolute it left no room for the concept of doubt. And under all of it, woven through the grandeur, a sadistic delight and an endless, patient, bottomless hatred, all of it gathered and held beneath a single controlled banner, organized, ruled, the way a tyrant rules a vast estate. The feelings were not chaotic!

That was the horror of them. They were arrogance and hatred and cruelty held in perfect order, the emotional landscape of a being that had made even its madness obey.

Noah received it and kept his own identity burning clean against it, refusing to let the borrowed feelings become his, and he looked at the environment.

And they were corpses. Every one of them. Struck down. Killed and piled, by the thing whose perspective he wore! 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

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