Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5487

Chapter 5487: Across Dimensions! Across Time!

Every journey begins with a lie, and the lie is this: that the traveler knows where they are going.

They never do. Ask the ones who arrived, and they will tell you, if they are honest, that the destination they reached was never the one they packed for. A being sets out toward power and arrives at grief. Sets out toward vengeance and arrives at a family. Sets out toward a simple answer and arrives, years later, at a door in the dark that no map ever mentioned, wondering how the road knew them better than they knew themselves.

The road decides more than the traveler does, and many arrive at places they never once imagined, carrying selves they would not have recognized when they began.

Some journeys are so incredibly dangerous that arrival was never promised to anyone. The dark between destinations is full of the ones who set out bravely and simply stopped, their roads ending in places with no names, their stories finished by things that never learned them. For every traveler who crosses, many more are crossed out.

But consider, then, the ones who survive. The ones who walk the perilous road all the way through, who are unmade and remade by the crossing, who arrive at the far side carrying everything the journey burned into them. Something happens to such beings that no quiet life can purchase. They ascend past the reach of the ones who stayed home, past even the reach of the ones who traveled safely, and they come, at last, to stand at the very peak of the mountain of evolution. And from that height, looking down at all the multitudes below, at the cautious and the settled and the ones who never left, even mighty things appear as what they are from a peak.

Insects. Small, and far away, and no longer capable of following.

The wise fear such survivors. The wiser question is never asked: what did the mountain take from them, on the way up, in exchange for the view?

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Noah floated before all of them, and the backbone of THE Quintessential Pantheon of THE Infiniverse answered his will.

The faint geometry that had traced itself around his seated figure now expanded outward, growing from a sketch into a structure. Lines of light stretched and joined until a vast frame hung in the air before the white pool, its stanchions running in blue and gold and crimson, three colors for three True Lifeforms, arranged into something that was not quite a ship and not quite a palace. It was large enough to hold everyone present with room to spare, and as each of them crossed its threshold, blue light bloomed softly across every surface their feet and auras touched, the vessel acknowledging its passengers one by one.

The Dora Shath’yar entered in formation. Amser Modred followed, wrapped in his patient purple. THE Creature stepped through last of the guests, his obsidian flames dimming politely within another being’s dimension, which was its own kind of courtesy.

Ryaenara paused at the threshold, and frowned.

"I will say this once before we are past the point of saying it," she voiced out. "I have not sensed the frequency of this Dimension before. That means whatever waits on the other side has never once leaked into the parts of existence I know. There could be unfathomable dangers there, Osmont. Dangers that even I may not be equipped to handle."

It was, by any reasonable measure, a serious warning from a serious being. And Noah considered it for exactly as long as it took him to smile.

"That’s fine," he said. "Look at who is aboard. Every lifeform here has thrived tremendously on Adversity. Some of us are practically built from it."

He turned toward the white pool.

"The more, the merrier."

...!

What did the space between Dimensions actually look like? Noah had wondered, and the honest answer turned out to be that it looked like nothing, because looking was the wrong sense entirely!

Foam.

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