Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5612

Chapter 5612: Chain Them! II

<Warden Yrsa>

Warden Yrsa came into the crossing-dark outside THE Ymnaros.

The white rivers opened behind her, and her forces came through.

They came in silence as dozens of them poured out of the loomlight, and every one of them was shrouded head to toe in white cloth that left nothing of a face or a frame to read, their wrappings drawn tight and bound at the wrists and the throat, and around each shrouded figure, rivers of THE Argent Loom turned slowly in orbit!

Not one of them emanated a thread of authority as they fanned out toward the fused Dimension! Not an Intent among them. Not an ounce of Source, not a breath of Infinity, and their presense registered nowhere at all as they went!

Yrsa watched them deploy.

A single one of them was equivalent to a weak Primeval Lifeform.

One shrouded servant, wrapped and bound and silent, carried enough refined force to end the kind of ancient thing that entire Dimensions built religions around, and she had brought dozens of them, and they moved in units and obeyed without a sound! Existence outside these folds had no records of them, and existence would learn of them one incursion at a time!

And her own power exceeded any common Primeval One.

She did not dwell on it. She had stood before Primeval Lifeforms fat with Ages, things that had grazed on Dimensions since before the frameworks were named, and she had walked out of those meetings and they had not.

Below and ahead, THE Ymnaros went about its afternoon! Countless lifeforms moving through Observable Existences and a fused Dimension, and above them, the guardians of this Dimension stood at their posts and felt nothing coming!

Yrsa looked at all of it, and she thought about the weavings of the unworthy.

Authority was not evil. Authority was a hammer that existence handed out at random to whoever climbed the right ladder fast enough, and the trouble was never the hammer!

The trouble was that existence handed it to ANYONE, and then walked away, and never once came back to check what was being built with it! THE Sealed One had been handed a hammer and had ground an entire Age of his own children, and he was not the exception, he was simply the example everyone remembered. There were many like him.

Not one of them had been worthy of what they held.

"Positions," Yrsa said.

The shrouded ones reported across the loomlight in a flat overlapping chorus.

|The dragon.|

|The blindfolded one.|

|The scholar.|

|The strongest of the ones with no authority.|

|The pledged beneath them.|

"The Descendant outside is mine," she said. "Nobody touches him but me. Chains ready. Cages ready. Nothing sequential."

|Understood.|

She raised her hand, and the thing in it was a plain gray cylinder without a single mark on it, and thread-fine lines of white ran through its surface the way they ran through every collar her order had ever closed.

A Dimensional Inhibitor.

One second. Barely less. And then nothing from it for a long while after, because there were not many of these in all of existence and each one was worth more than a thousand Primeval Ones!

"Sweep," said Warden Yrsa.

And she broke the cylinder.

HUUM!

A silent light wept across everything like the cry of existence itself being disallowed to express itself!

And...

Authority died across THE Ymnaros!

It went out everywhere at once, a single silent second in which every ladder in the Dimension simply stopped existing, and nothing struck anyone, and nothing burned, and nothing was even touched! Things were simply subtracted! Intents guttered as Pantheons of Infinite Lifeforms folded, and the crimson gold weavings threaded through the key figures of this domain went dark from the sky down to the soil!

And her forces MOVED!

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Hvitrmarr was flying the northern side of the fused Dimension filled with Infinite Lifeforms, enjoying her freedom, when the sky went quiet.

The White Steed, THE Blood Duke, vampiric crimson beneath white with her red gold wings spread across gigaparsecs of new territory, felt her nine transforming organs stop answering her instsntly!

Every single one of them went silent inside her body as her wings kept beating out of nothing but muscle and habit!

She fell.

A being who had carried burdens across three thousand years of chains dropped out of the northern sky and struck the ground hard enough to crack it for miles, and she smashed into shocked clusters of Infinite Lifeforms that were turned to pulp by her weight alone as none had any authority at this point!

Four shrouded figures came down on top of her.

They climbed her. White wrappings moved up her flanks and across her spine as the Loom-rivers around them bent down and pinned her wings flat to the stone, and when her wings strained against the pinning, the shrouded ones simply pressed harder, folding the great red gold spans backward at angles wings were never made to hold, and Hvitrmarr screamed in pain!

One of them walked the length of her neck with a gray band held open in both hands. She thrashed. She tore gorges through the ground with claws that were only claws now, and another shrouded one stepped onto the side of her head and stood there, its full Primeval-grade weight pressing her jaw into the broken stone, holding her skull utterly still no matter how she heaved beneath it, and the band closed anyway!

CLICK!

And then the chains came.

Loomlight poured off the shrouded ones in ropes as they wound them around her legs and her wings and her jaws, hardening as they wrapped, and they wound her jaws shut, muzzling an ancient queen mid-scream, and her voice broke off into a strangled sound through bound teeth, and her ancient existence read to every sense in existence as... a very large animal being tied down by farmhands!

"...Mmh! MMMH!"

She was still trying to say something through the muzzle.

Not again. Not again!

She did not want to be chained again!

They dragged her- two shrouded ones took the chains at her legs and hauled her across the ground on her side, her white flank grinding through the gorges her own claws had torn, and above the northern sky, something began to appear!

It came out of nothing in a grinding of dull gray metal, a cubical cage of that same seamless metal, wide enough to hold a dragon, and then another beside it, and another above that, stacking themselves into the air of a Dimension that had been free for hours!

They hauled her up to the first one, and they THREW her in!

Three thousand years of chains, hours of sky, and a being who had broken her own bindings through pure conserved will was thrown in without a shred of care, cargo and nothing more, striking the far wall hard enough to ring the whole cage, and the door ground shut on her before she had stopped sliding!

Inside it, bound and muzzled, THE Blood Duke shook in pain as she tried to scream...and was unable to.

"Were these collars... supposed to do something?" Anaximander said coldly.

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