Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5567

Chapter 5567: Ignorance! II

When the pool that has no color calls, the hand must give its own

For blood of True and Primeval both shall pay the ferry home

The dimension lost to time and space wait not for those who plead

They open only to the one who bleeds the eldest creed

Twice shall the crown be offered up, and twice shall it be worn

But only what is set down whole may pass where ash is borne

The mask that saves a thousand lives must die upon the face

For quintessence cannot truly bloom while shadows hold its place

Beware the kneeling of the proud, for kneeling is not loss

The silhouette unfinished waits where all the futures cross

What eats, and watches, and remains shall gather in one name

And that which you cannot reject, you must become, or be become

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Noah’s eyes flashed with an incandescent light, his body still shedding gray filth into the sand, and across the distance the hands of Anaximander, moved by another, reached for THE Aurate Collar of the First Purity.

...!

And every piece of it fell into place at once!

I hate what is happening here. The Voice had said that in the middle of the second trial, and dressed it in a crude joke about a beautiful woman being handed to somebody else. It had hated what was happening. It had said so!

Nobody asks what a dying guardian hates about its own rescue.

The dying voice of a Primeval thing that could not let go of something. Its own introduction. Everyone had heard grief in it!

The pathway shall open. Not for you. It had never once said for you!

And Hvitrmarr’s voice, thin and urgent through a bond stretched nearly to breaking, had reached him in the dark between the trials with the one thing she had thought he should know. Anaximander was taken elsewhere. The Voice came for him and took him another direction, and none of us know where.

A being with no external authority!

Noah had walked the last trial with all of it sitting in his mind, unproven and unforgotten. He had cast out everything he owned above a sand that had killed Primevals, with the suspicion filed and waiting, and he had done it anyway, because the door needed opening and he was the one who could open it, and because a man who has just generated his own light from nothing is a very different of a man than the one who entered.

So now he stood in the black sands, bleeding gray, transformed and transforming, and watched a stolen friend’s hand close the last inches toward a Remnant Existential Treasure.

And his eyes showed no surprise at all!

"Why are you in such a hurry," Noah asked, "when your prize is right before you? Can you tell me why?"

...!

Across the sands, the hand stopped inches from the gold.

Anaximander’s body did not turn. The cold ancient light in his eyes stayed fixed on the collar, and the voice that came out of him was almost conversational!

|Because I could not possibly give such a thing to another.|

|Do you understand what this is? What it can do? With this in hand, I could save every Superpowered Lifeform in this Dimension without needing anyone. Without waiting on candidates, without lowering standards, without begging strangers to be worthy. Every descendant I have watched die in rows in front of stones, and I could end all of it myself, at last, after ages of watching.|

|And with this body, it is possible. Anaximander, containing my remnants, and all the others who failed before me. He can hold what none of us could hold alone.|

|He is almost like you, you know. He just seems a bit different. I have not yet determined where the difference lives.|

"How did you get into Anaximander, though?"

|Consent was critical. He agreed to carry the pieces of every failure across every age, freely, with his eyes open, because he is kind, and kindness is a door that beings like him never think to lock. What entered him, entered invited. What lies atop his consciousness now, he accepted the weight of. I broke no law of his existence.|

"I would let you continue," he said. "Honestly. I would let you reach out and try to take hold of THE Aurate Collar, and I would stand here and watch you burn for it, because I think you know less about what is hanging on that obelisk than you believe you do, and I can see something on it now that you cannot."

"But my friend would burn with you. So I have to stop you."

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