Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5445

Chapter 5445: Across Time and Existence! II

Noah turned Ryaenara’s words over slowly, weighing them against the future and against plans that were already taking shape in the quieter parts of him.

Dimensions of Existence, scattered across time and across existence itself. The possibilities in that were vast, and the moment she had said the word time, something in him had flickered and turned its attention elsewhere, toward the body he kept in THE Infiniverse, beneath the great tree that rained its endless soft mana.

He had sent Barbatos away for a little while. She had understood, and left him to the illusory screens hanging in the cerulean light, each one showing a different corner of the war unfolding across THE Braneworld.

And things were picking up with rapidity across everything!

At this time.

WAP!

Space twisted and folded, and a figure stepped out of the distortion, ancient and young at once. Amser Modred, THE Living Temporal, arrived without ceremony, and Noah kept his eyes on the screens as he spoke.

"How goes the elevation?" Noah asked. "The weaving of time with Infinity and Existence. I ask because someone just mentioned Dimensions of Existence lost somewhere out in time and existence, and I want to be certain we hold our own edge before I go chasing anyone else’s."

...!

If a question touched time in any way, Amser Modred was the answer to it, because he had lived through time in a way almost nothing else had.

He looked different now. The purple light of infinite time wrapped around a figure that had settled into the bearing of a middle-aged emperor, poised and unhurried, carrying the calm of a being who had watched ages arrive and depart. Noah had long since left some of the possibilities of Temporal Traversal in his hands, trusting him with it, because Amser understood the shape of the thing better than anyone. He understood many things.

He understood that if he ever traversed time again, the way Noah once had when he reached back to THE Earliest Folds, it would change nothing in the past, because whatever he intended to do back there had already been done by him. It was already woven into history.

The past could not be altered, because the past was always, permanently, part of what had happened. There might be entire histories Noah did not yet know he had been part of, deeds already sitting in the record with his hand on them. He simply had not traveled far enough forward in his own future to arrive at the moment of living them.

"So long as there is an anchor to the point in time we wish to reach, it remains possible," Amser said, his voice grand and measured. "You had an anchor to THE Earliest Folds and the Infinite Unfurling, forged through your own musings, and that was enough to carry you. If ever you wish to do such a thing again, the principle holds. There must be an anchor strong enough to bind you to the time you seek. There must be a destination, and there must be a purpose. Without all three, there is nothing to travel toward, and nothing to travel for."

"Okay," he said. "Be ready for anything. I’ll let you know if something begins soon."

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