Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5441

Chapter 5441: Only Existence! I

<THE Braneworld Observable Existence>

The capital had a name, but the name would not matter by nightfall.

It sprawled across a region vast enough to swallow lesser Citadels whole, tier upon tier of bone-gold towers breathing in the amber light, the lattices of a dozen ruling Houses humming their old harmonics across the heights. Bells still marked the hours. War was a thing happening to other Citadels, distant smoke on distant screens, right up until the sky filled with obsidian flame.

THE Creature hung above their home like a verdict, and beside him, Calypso cracked her vast body!!

"Two of them," she said, her massive beast form coiling with anticipation as the auras of the Ealdor Gilded Ones rose to meet them. "So...one each. I call the angry one."

"No," THE Creature said. "Leave it all to me."

...!

Calypso turned her cold eyes on him. She drifted back, grumbling something about tepid fuckers who never shared, and settled in to watch.

The two Ealdor Gilded Ones rose out of the capital in twin pillars of gold.

The first was Ealdor Aurescine Vult, a Superbius of the old blood, tall and silver-maned, his pride so refined it read as serenity. He had administered this capital for ages the way a jeweler administers a vault, and his Olympian Intent settled over the sky like a seal being pressed into wax. The second was Ealdor Ferrogilt Hadrach, an Ira with a warrior’s scarred bulk and eyes like banked coals, who had not been given a real war in an Age and had privately mourned that fact right up until this evening.

"Existence always has its dues," THE Creature said, to both of them and to neither. "I told your home this already. Everything that takes, owes. I have come to collect, and you two are the collateral."

BOOM!

The Ealdors answered the way Fifth Scale beings answer insolence. They stopped projecting and manifested, and two Existential Pantheons unfolded across the gold sky.

Aurescine’s rose first, THE Ledger Eternal, a dimension of endless golden halls where every column was a contract and every wall a tally, the accumulated records of everything ever owed to his House inscribed across an architecture that stretched past seeing.

Hadrach’s followed, THE War-Gilt Crucible, a burning dimension of forges and trophy-halls, ten thousand wars’ worth of records hammered into walls of smoldering gold, the heat of it rolling across the heavens in waves that made the capital’s bells ring untouched.

Two Mesozoic Scale beings withdrew into their own dimensions of existence, sovereign and unreachable, and pressed their combined law down upon the intruder. By every rule of the framework, the fight was already over. A being without a Pantheon could not touch a being within one!

THE Creature let their law press on him, and it slid off him like rain off a mountain, because their law was written on existence, and he had a prior claim.

"You hide inside dimensions," he said, almost gently. "You fold yourselves into your records and call it untouchable. But tell me. What...are your dimensions made of?"

HUUM!

He did not wait for the answer.

He unleashed his Egoic Intent of Existence in full, and reality for gigaparsecs stopped pretending to be neutral. And then, from within the billowing obsidian flames of his chest, an appendage emerged!

WAA!

It opened inside them.

HUUM!

"That...that is not possible!" he said!

"You are inside. Nothing comes inside. NOTHING COMES INSIDE!"

HUUM!

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