Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5579

Chapter 5579: Existence Does Not Collapse!

<THE Creature>

The number, at this moment, stood at nine hundred and ninety nine.

THE Creature walked through the deep places of THE Ghor-Vazhal, and the deep places were veins. Tunnels of pulsing obsidian ran down and down, their walls contracting in a slow rhythm, warm underfoot, wet along their seams, and through their channels rivers of blood flowed thick and unhurried, all of it moving in one direction. He followed the direction as he knew who it would lead to!

Behind him, only corpses remained as a fiendish aura wrapped around his entire figure.

Ten minutes of the hour remained to him, and he did not hurry either.

The blood was not his. Very little of the last hour’s blood had been his!

He had walked through rivers of it. True Lifeforms of the Cultivation Farms, in their hundreds, bred and stacked and set against him in the trial’s counting, and he had borne their attacks and THE MAW had eaten what was worth eating, and the rest had gone into the rivers now keeping him company on his walk. Nine hundred and ninety nine lives lifted, and set down. One remained.

The statue spoke as he walked.

It had been silent for most of the hour. And yet now, its voice arrived the way it always arrived, from no direction.

|The coming battle will be extremely taxing and almost impossible for you. You can be given a boost to guarantee your victory... for another condition.|

THE Creature did not slow down.

"And what condition would that be?"

|Your friend. Osmont. He is also a perfect candidate to bear weight, just like you. We are interested if you steer him towards Existence as well. Only the willing may walk this path, so they can remain unfathomably true. Make the introduction. That is the only condition.|

...!

THE Creature’s gaze went heavy.

He walked on through the pulsing vein-tunnel, blood parting around his tread, and he thought for a moment before deciding.

Then he shook his head.

"Everyone has their own weight to bear," he said. "My introduction would be me imposing that weight upon him. That is not an introduction. That is a debt, dressed as a door. If he is meant to bear the weight of Existence, he will bear it, regardless of my introduction or not." His voice did not rise. It never rose.

"Existence is vast, and existence is grand, and there are countless paths through it. Even you. Even Those Who Remain behind you. You are only grains of sand in the vastness of existence."

BOOM!

...!

Existence shook as he said it.

The vein-tunnels seized around him, the rivers of blood jumping in their channels, the whole deep structure of THE Ghor-Vazhal trembling once!

And THE Creature could see the statue with whatever sense a bearer has for what he bears. The seated colossus, faceless and gray and worn, and across the blank stone where a face would be...smiled!

"I always felt my fingers trembling, whenever I was about to face a truly fearsome enemy," THE Creature said, to the statue, or to the door, or to no one really.

"Every time. In the early ages, when I was small, and everything above me was a weight I had not yet learned to lift. I would look at my hands, and they would tremble, and I would close them, and go forward anyway. Always...just step by step. One foot at a time. Keep moving forward."

"But after so many years, they never tremble anymore. Do you know why?"

|...Why?|

"Now," THE Creature said, "Existence itself trembles."

HUUM!

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