Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5447

Chapter 5447: Nova Athens! I

THE Living Emotive walked through the last bastion of the Gilded Ones, and rows of Luxuria walked with her in perfect silence.

Around them, the vast city-state churned with panic. Superbius in their golden finery hurried between the towers, Ira barking orders that no longer meant anything, whole Houses of Gilded Ones spilling into the streets as word of the fallen Citadels reached even this deepest and proudest seat.

The place was called Nova Athens, and from the memories of the many she had already subjugated, Emotive knew the name did not belong to this city-state alone. It stemmed from a whole cluster of Observable Existences the Gilded Ones controlled, a grand holding they called Nova Athens, and this golden heart had taken the name of that place. Its towers stretched so far in every direction that their edges vanished into haze, and the air here smelled of incense and the particular sweetness that great wealth used to hide what fed it.

Emotive knew exactly what fed it. She walked through the panic with her Luxuria and remembered.

Here, across the past Ages, tens of millions of Luxuria had been moved like goods, shipped between the great Houses to be used for pleasure with no say in any of it. She knew the numbers because the numbers lived in her now. At least a thousand Luxuria died every single day within these golden walls, their Sources broken and collapsed by Superbius and Ira who found their particular pleasure in the breaking, who savored the collapse of another being’s core the way lesser creatures savored a fine meal during sexual pleasure.

This had gone on for tens of millions of years. It was not an atrocity to the Gilded Ones. It was simply the arrangement. It was the way the golden city breathed.

It is best, Emotive thought coldly, to simply end them all. Let Luxuria be on top for once, and let the rest become the ash they made of us.

Not one of the panicking Gilded Ones knew that more than half of their own number within these walls had already fallen under her Primordial Intent. THE Amaranthine Sovereign had been rolling through the lower tiers for a while now, quiet and patient, and the engineered Pride of the Superbius and the amplified Wrath of the Ira had proven unable to overcome it. They believed themselves free. They belonged to her already, and did not know it.

Her only real problem stood scattered across the city-state in thirteen positions, thirteen Mesozoic Scale Ealdor Gilded Ones clustered in the highest towers, the last true strength this order had left. She was turning over how best to handle them when the sky changed.

HUUM!

THE Creature entered above Nova Athens, and the golden light of the towers dimmed against the obsidian flames that wrapped him.

He came down through the amber haze a titanic figure, and in one great hand he still held the drifting dregs of a shattered Pantheon, biting down on it, chewing, swallowing the last golden fragments of some Ealdor’s ruined dimension as casually as a traveler finishing a meal on the road. The sound of it carried across the panicking city, a slow wet grinding, and the Gilded Ones who looked up and understood what they were hearing began, at last, to truly despair.

Emotive looked up with shining eyes. She had felt him moving across THE Braneworld for some time, that vast pressure of pure Existence prowling from place to place, and she had known their paths would likely cross before the end.

THE Creature looked down and found her far below, a small manic figure surrounded by countless Gilded Ones, and he nodded to her, calm, his voice pitched for her alone.

"What are you doing down there?" he asked. "This whole place is about to burn. Come up."

HUUM!

His words were grand and domineering, an invitation from a being who did not much distinguish invitations from commands.

Emotive smiled up at him and shook her head.

"I promised my fixation I would deliver the Gilded Ones to their knees for him," she called back. "Kneeling, not ash. Living things bending, not remnants blowing away in the wind. I’ve subjugated a great many of the ones here, and they answer to me now, and I’d rather not see my own harvest burned before he sees it."

Her smile widened, sharp and knowing. "I know you’re brutal. Everyone knows you’re brutal. But you’re also very reasonable, when someone gives you a reason."

"Hmm," he said.

"O Creature," THE Primordial Paradox said, and his voice rolled across the towers with an ancient amusement. "I would say it has been a long time, but for beings such as us it truly hasn’t. And yet, in that little while, it seems you have pulled even further ahead of the rest of us. How inconsiderate of you."

"Slightly," he said.

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