Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5634

Chapter 5634: The Provenance of Existence! II

The quaking had begun to settle, but the questions had not.

A system did not become real by being announced. It became real by being tested, and Noah had a hall full of instruments, a bound Enforcer with thirty-one Moirai already weighed upon him, and no intention of learning the Ruling’s shape the way the rest of existence would learn it, by stumbling.

So he turned to the most richly weighed being in the room.

"Mahishasura. What have you done across your long life? What are you doing still? Proclaim it, and let us see what this new Ruling makes of you."

The Enforcer straightened his torn coat, and lifted his chin, and spoke!

"I am Mahishasura, Enforcer of THE Serenaros." The soft voice carried through the marble hall, and something in it began to resonate!

"I have held a mountain, and from that mountain I have ordered the Wardens sworn beneath me out into the reaches of existence. At my word, they have stripped the authority from countless lifeforms unworthy of holding it. I weighed them, and I found them unworthy, and I had them subtracted."

His amber eyes did not waver!

"I have taken the mighty out of the hands of the helpless. I have emptied the skies of appetites. I have caged what could not be reasoned with and carried it away from everything it would have eaten."

...!

The hall held still.

And then, from above, out of a pretend sky that had no above to offer... a golden shield descended!

HUUM!

It was vast and slow and utterly silent, a sigil of deep gold in the shape of a great shield, turning gently as it came down through the air over the Enforcer’s head, and light poured off it in soft sheets, and every being in the hall felt existence itself lean toward the marble floor where one bound Descendant stood proclaiming.

|The Ruling has heard a proclamation, and weighed it against a life.|

|Descendant Mahishasura has been recognized. He now wears the Mantle of THE SHIELD.|

|THE SHIELD: the Protector’s role, worn by all who stand between harm and the held. What THE SHIELD guards, existence shall help him guard. His EXISTENTIAL MOIRAI shall gather from his actions and from the results of his actions: every harm turned aside, every held thing that endures, shall be weighed and paid. While he acts in accordance with his role, his power shall be amplified tremendously. And should a wearer of THE SHIELD face an opposing role in contest, existence itself shall lean, and probability shall bend, to ensure the victory of one of THE ORDERED.|

|Should Descendant Mahishasura truly and fully live his Mantle, deed upon deed upon deed... he may one day be granted his own unique Ordination.|

...!

The golden sigil settled, sinking into the air above his shoulders until it hung there faint and turning, a quiet crest that did not fade. And Mahishasura stood beneath it surrounded by a grand descending light, gold pouring over the torn black coat and the pale hair, and for a moment the bound, hateful, coup-broken Enforcer looked almost exalted, a figure existence itself had chosen to illuminate!

Noah looked at him, and slowly shook his head.

His eyes flashed.

|Descendant Mahishasura|:: VERITAS: 40 (34). PROVENANCE: 0. POTENTIA: 40 (32). PONDUS: 40 (33). MOIRAI: 31, and gathering. He wears the Mantle of THE SHIELD.|

Forty. Across the board!

The parentheses held what the Descendant truly was, and the Ruling had simply written larger numbers over them, granted for nothing more than proclaiming a life and being found in accordance with a role.

His cold gaze swept the hall. "The rest of you. All of you. Proclaim what your existence has been doing so far! Let us see just what role, just what archetype, each of you holds!"

WAA!

Baelgrim went first.

"I am Baelgrim," the mountain rumbled. "I have no grand record of order. I have only this. For all my Ages, when something came for my kin, it found me in front of them. Before the curse, I stood in front. That is all I have ever done."

HUUM!

A second golden shield descended, vast and slow, and settled turning above the mountain’s shoulders, and Baelgrim looked up at his own crest with wonder.

|Descendant Baelgrim has been recognized. He now wears the Mantle of THE SHIELD.|

|VERITAS: 30 (24). POTENTIA: 30 (23). PONDUS: 30 (26). MOIRAI: 14, and gathering.|

Sylvaine stepped forward with her eyes set, and proclaimed a harder life!

"I was made to end things. I have ended tyrants and ended innocents and ended whatever my masters pointed me toward, and when the ire of THE Immense Ones made me feel every wound I authored, I authored them anyway, when the cause was worth the cutting. I am not a protector. I am the thing protectors send. I am the edge that goes where shields cannot."

...!

No shield came for her.

Instead, a slender sword of white gold descended point-down through the pretend sky, keening one soft note as it came, and hung turning above her head.

|Descendant Sylvaine has been recognized. She now wears the Mantle of THE BLADE.|

|THE BLADE: the Ender’s role, worn by those who cut what must be cut and carry the cost of the cutting. Her Moirai shall gather from every ending that spares a greater one. While she acts in accordance, her power is amplified tremendously.|

|VERITAS: 30 (27). POTENTIA: 30 (25). PONDUS: 30 (24). MOIRAI: 11, and gathering.|

Kharvel did not step forward at all. He proclaimed from where he stood, quiet and level.

"I have watched. Nothing under my watch was ever lost that I did not see lost. Nothing approached that I did not see approach. I have been the one who does not look away, in a hall of beings who could afford to."

An unblinking eye of pale gold descended over him, lidless and serene, and hung turning.

|Descendant Kharvel has been recognized. He now wears the Mantle of THE WATCHER.|

"I have wandered. No home held my name. No road kept my footprints. I walked out of every memory I entered."

|Descendant Othrys has been recognized. He now wears the Mantle of THE WANDERER.|

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