Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5613

Chapter 5613: Accountable!

<Warden Yrsa>

An existence that gave THE Sealed One problems was not to be underestimated.

Yrsa held that thought at the center of everything as her hand pressed the wedged band.

Whatever this Blood-Crowned One was, a vessel of the oldest deceiver in existence had walked away from him, and things that made THE Sealed One walk away were things you learned about before you stood in front of them!

She needed knowledge. She had every advantage at this exact moment, and advantages were not things you saved for later!

So she moved, within spans of nanoseconds, while the capability of the Dimensional Inhibitor still held its subtraction over everything it had swept!

She could not do it to the Descendant as he was special. But she did not have the time to obtain information properly, and she did not need to, because information was lying right there in the dark, pinned under chains.

The steed.

It was now just a beast of flesh and bones! No authority. No curse. No frameworks, no ladders, nothing left in it that existence would even bother to name, and its brain held its memories and informstion all the same, so...

Warden Yrsa put her hand on the head of the fearful steed, ruthlessly, without a single word!

And she extracted.

Her power poured down through her palm into a skull that had nothing left to answer with, and the little steed’s whole body seized against its chains as its eyes flew wide, and it screamed, and no sound came out! Its jaws strained against the loomlight bindings in total silence as its memories were dragged up and out through the tearing, hours and years and a thousand cursed years hauled backward through flesh that was only flesh, and blood began to leak from its eyes, running down its face in thin dark lines as its silent scream went on and on!

Skallagrim’s roar shook the crossing-dark!

He heaved against the half-closed band with everything in him, his shroud flaring ragged, and the steed’s rolling eyes found him one last time through the blood!

And then...

BOOM!

Its head could not withstand the authority tearing across its existence!

The skull of that glorious steed burst apart in the dark, and the silent scream ended, and its entire existence simply ceased, every thread of it going out at once, and what lay pinned beneath the chains was a lifeless corpse that had been uncursed, and free, for less than a single day of its long and obedient life!

"...!"

And Warden Yrsa breathed in.

Her eyes, pale and unmoved through many collarings, showed tremendous surprise!

Because the memories were in her now, hours of them, and what they held was... more than she had reckoned for! Far more! Her mind ran through them within nanoseconds, and her conclusions rearranged themselves, and she did not waste a single one of those nanoseconds standing still!

She moved.

Warden Yrsa appeared instantly behind Skallagrim, and her hands waved once!

HUUM!

"What an arrogant and unique piece of work you are." She glanced at the wedged band on Skallagrim’s throat. "Healing the curse of Steeds and cursed Descendants? Sheesh."

"I see you are angry. But it is nice to meet you." She tilted her head. "From the memories of that sad steed that unfortunately died after the memory extraction... I see you have been busy since curing Hvitrmarr and coming here. You even went as far as to cure a cursed Descendant. To give something salvation... when it was not your place to do so..."

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