Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5529

Chapter 5529: Emergence!

The first thing that existed was a pulse.

DUM.

One beat, in an ocean of nothing, and Noah existed around it the way sound exists around a struck bell! He had no body yet. He had no eyes, no frame, no seas of power! There was only the pulse, and the quiet certainty folded inside it, and the pulse was a liver.

THE Hepatarch of the Undying Root was rebuilding him.

DUM. DUM.

And what a strange, profound thing it was, to be regrown from one’s own organ! He felt himself assembling outward from that single glimmering seed, layer by patient layer, and the Root did not rebuild him the way healing rebuilds, flesh first and self after. It rebuilt him self FIRST!

His records returned in vast ordered floods, era upon era pouring back into being, the skill book, the dungeons, the crowns, the graves, every climb and every cost! His memories seated themselves. His Intent reassembled around its own claim, I am, I am, I AM, each beat of the Root another syllable of the sentence that was him! His authority, his Tongue, his Letters, his Foundations, all of it drawn back out of the Root’s deep reserve and rewoven, and only then, only around a self already whole, did the flesh come!

And the flesh that came...was new.

For the Root did not have his old body to copy from. His old body had been split apart and spent! So it built him from what he had become, and what he had become was THE Primeval Osmontian Marrow, and so bone by bone, weaving by weaving, Noah Osmont was rebuilt...entirely out of Primeval Osmontian Cells.

Not threaded with them. MADE of them! A body woven wholly from matter that was part Primeval and part him, from his skeleton to his blood to the seas of his Infinity and Source, and as the last of it knitted closed and his eyes opened within the vaulted dark of the White Steed...

He felt it immediately.

His Intent and his Osmontian Source Infinity felt unfathomably light, and unfathomably sharp!

Where his power had once moved through him like great oceans, heavy and vast, it now moved like drawn light! Every expression of his will arrived without friction, every thread of his Infinity answered before the asking finished, an existence rebuilt without a single seam of its old climbing, and Noah flexed one new hand slowly as stellar blue-gold light traced through fingers that had never existed until this moment!

|Welcome back, Master. THE Hepatarch of the Undying Root is exhausted. It cannot act again until its reserve regrows. Do not die twice.|

...!

He was reborn. And the door behind him was closed!

Noah rose through the vaulted dark, and looked out upon the war he had died in the middle of.

The five Organs he had seeded still budded, strong and defended, Adversity winding through Valor’s new lungs, Quintessence through Vigilance’s eyes, Mana through Obedience, Tyranny through Mercy, Harvest through Devotion, five mixed suns burning in colors this Dimension had never grown! Ruination’s strings webbed the spaces between them, cutting down every creeping filament of gray!

And at the center of everything, wrapped around the vast drumming Heart of Fealty, THE Infiniverse was already working on the Sixth Organ.

She blazed! Her full unfurled presense was pressed against the cursed Heart in tides of cerulean, realms condensed into radiance, a living Observable Existence grappling an ancient sentence with her entire self, holding ground she had held alone through the whole of her Master’s death, and Noah’s chest tightened around the sight of her, his loyal one, his home, fighting his war while his body was still being written!

Then the Curse sensed him.

And THE Gnawing Remembrance of Nhaglfarr-Ythok went mad.

The gray-black mass around the Heart convulsed as its awareness snapped across the vaulted dark to the figure it had killed, the figure it had spent four Organs’ worth of itself to kill, standing whole and new and burning quietly in the deep, and the shock that tore through the ancient sentence was a physical thing! The whole interior of Hvitrmarr shuddered with it! It had ended him. It had felt him end! And the ended thing was looking at it.

"Yes," Noah said. "Me."

And he moved!

What followed was arduous, and it was glorious! Noah crossed the vaulted dark like a drawn blade as his new existence sang, and he fell upon the cursed Heart beside THE Infiniverse, his lightened Intent slicing into gray weavings that had shrugged off his old self’s oceans, his sharpened Infinity dissolving anchor after anchor, and the Sixth Organ’s unmaking, which had cost him a collapse before, unfolded now beneath hands that moved with rebuilt purity.

The Heart of Fealty came apart in careful folds as his blood poured into the hollow, marrow-seed taking root, and THE Prime Cause of Existence flowed down into the budding chambers to wind around THE First Cause of Fealty, a bond fused to being itself, a heart that would beat for another as irrevocably as it existed at all.

And through it, at last, Hvitrmarr herself continued to join the war.

The White Steed, still bearing the full agony of the Curse across her remaining Organs, still burning in the pain that had filled three thousand years, burned with valor! Her vast sovereignty pressed down upon her own cursed anatomy from without as Noah tore at it from within, Steed and Emperor working the same wound from both sides, and her ancient voice rolled through her own vaults, tight with pain and with purpose as she finally got the handle of what Noah was doing!

"The Spine next. I will hold it still!"

They cut!

The Spine of Honor came apart between her stillness and his edge as Paradox poured into the rebuilding column, honor fused with contradiction, a spine that could bear opposing weights without breaking!

HUUM!

The Bones of Endurance followed, her frame screaming as her own skeleton was unmade and regrown, Chaos winding through Endurance, persistence that renewed itself from raw potential!

It ROARED!

Existence wound through Fealty. Paradox through Honor. Chaos through Endurance, Mana through Obedience, Quintessence through Vigilance, Adversity through Valor, Tyranny through Mercy, Harvest through Devotion, Apocalypse through Temperance!

"You have gnawed at Steeds for ages, and chewed hope out of an entire brood."

"But everything ends. And this existence is mine now, and yours ended the moment you killed me and I disagreed." His hand rose. "It is time for you to go."

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