Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5568

Chapter 5568: Four Numbers! I

The hand trembled.

It stopped, fingers spread, a breath from the collar, and it shook there in the air as though caught between two winds, and the face of Anaximander contorted through astonishment into shock and then into rage as the thing inside him hauled at the arm with everything it had absorbed across every age, and the arm did not move!

HUUM!

|Impossible.|

The Voice tore out of the borrowed mouth.

|I accounted for everything. EVERYTHING. The wills of multiple Primevals lie atop his consciousness. Mine, and my friend’s, and every candidate of every age, all of it pressing down on whatever remains of him, he cannot simply...! I....!|

But he could!

Oh, Anaximander could!

Because not too long ago ago, a scholar had said the same thing to the only two friends he had ever made in different times.

Whenever you need me, call. Say, Anaximander, Come!

He had said it as law, a condition and regulation imposed upon his own existence, written into the same nature that let him go where he pleased and made existence conform around him, and no will in existence had standing to countermand a rule that Anaximander had set for Anaximander!

The body at the obelisk buckled.

It went down to its knees in the black sand with both hands grasping its head, and the cold ancient light in the eyes guttered and flared and guttered, and a sound came out of it that was two voices at once and then, by degrees, only one, a raw human cry of pain as the real Anaximander surfaced through everything lying on top of him and came, because he had been called, and coming when called was what he was!

The ancientness drained out of the figure.

The pressure of ages went out of the air around it. What knelt in the sand released no aura at all, carried no weight of epochs, read to every sense as a tousled man in white robes breathing hard with his hands in his hair, and when he finally raised his head, his face was his own!

And it was... profoundly sad as be breathed out. He was...disappointed, in the deep quiet way of a man who had extended trust as a matter of principle to something ancient and beloved by an entire people, something that had watched over every Superpowered Lifeform across every age, and had found, underneath all that long guardianship, this.

He looked at Noah with that sad face, and rose slowly to his feet.

"Thank you," he said. "And sorry about that."

He glanced back once at the collar, and then away.

"I thought things would be different. I knew the burdens would be heavy. I weighed that before I said yes, and I was prepared for the weight." His voice caught slightly.

"I did not anticipate greed to be such a profound condition. That it could encompass even something like him. A guardian. A being that spent its dying light saving its own people while it did this..."

Anaximander seemed lost.

Noah remained where he was, and his expression softened.

"Greed spares no one..." His voice came quiet and certain across the sands.

"Not the small, not the ancient, not the dying, not the good. It is the one appetite that grows best in the largest existences, because they have lived long enough to want one thing across ages. Greed...is a critical factor of existence..."

WAA!

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