Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5707

Chapter 5707: Powerless! I

<THE Chrysalis of THE First Sundering>

Far from where a Human Dreamer walked with a golden scale in his hand, the silk was being torn.

Nine riders moved through the deep nebulas at a pace that did not belong to this place. The Chrysalis was slow. Everything in it drifted. These did not drift. They drove forward through the falling strands in a wedge, and the strands parted ahead of them and did not settle behind, and the kaleidoscope itself seemed to hold its colors still until they had passed!

They were Descendants, and then, there were these Descendants.

Not the cursed kind with rot at the fissures and salvation begged from a Father who never answered. These were the other thing, the thing the cursed ones had been bred as a shadow of! Each of them stood the height of a small mountain, titanic and ancient, and their bodies were carved of the same substance that Jarl Erling’s had been, bronze and stone and old fire, but nothing in them was cracking.

Their skin held no fissures. Their eyes held no fear. They sat their mounts with the posture of beings who had never once in their existence had to ask whether they would wake up tomorrow!

And their Steeds burned with glory.

Every one of them akin to a living Observable Existence, bred exactly as Hvitrmarr had been bred, and every one of them was whole! Their First Causes did not fail. Nine or more in every mount, seated in the organs, pouring light out through the hide, so that each Steed moved through the silk wrapped in its own dawn!

No two were alike.

The leading Steed was a colossal white stag, its antlers branching upward into forks that held whole Observable Existences turning in their tines.

Beside it walked a thing with six legs and a serpent’s body, scaled in gold, its Causes lighting the scales from underneath so that it looked struck through with sunrise.

Behind them a quadruped of black stone with rivers of molten Cause running down its flanks. A winged one, feathered in silver, wings folded because there was no wind here to need them.

A low heavy beast with a shell of overlapping plates, each plate a continent. A hound with three heads and one heartbeat. A horse, plainly a horse, and somehow the most frightening of them all for it, since only a being of terrible confidence chooses to ride the ordinary shape!

And behind the nine, dragged by ropes, came the catch.

Three Common Dream Gu.

Moon-sized, translucent, bloated with murky golden dream-weather, their many eyes rolling in every direction and their soft plates heaving! They had been bound in obsidian rope, thick as rivers, and the rope burned with Causes, and where it touched the Gu the dream-stuff inside them went dark and still.

The Gu did not struggle. Something in the rope had convinced them not to as the faint power of an Immense One could be felt coursing through the ropes.

The hunt had gone well.

At the head of the wedge, on the white stag whose antlers held Observable Existences, the leader sat with the reins gathered in one hand!

She was the largest of them. Fierce-faced, titanic, her crimson eyes burning steady in a face carved of old bronze, and her armor was not armor but the plain bare weight of a body that had never needed any. The Causes of her Steed lit her from below. The silk parted ahead of her before she reached it.

She looked back once at the three bound Gu, and her mouth curved.

Then she grasped the reins.

"Father enjoys his dreams more than usual."

Her voice went out through the nebulas and did not come back!

"So we have to find at least ten Dream Weavings Gu. If we can obtain more..." The crimson eyes turned forward. "Then it is only greater glory for us."

The white stag lowered its head.

"Come on!"

The nine drove forward into the deep silk, wedge tight, Steeds blazing, dragging three bound dreams behind them toward a Father who had not once in the whole of recorded existence been described as sleeping!

The Descendants of THE Sleepless Fiend. his First Borns, were hunting in the Chrysalis!

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<THE Vasiliou Elseworld>

Existence...was always unpredictable.

Noah knew this. He made many plans because of unpredictability. But still, he never knew everything.

It was only human to not know everything!

At this time.

While one of his bodies held an important journey in THE Chrysalis, one of Noah’s other bodies felt a tremendous change in the golden spring inside a certain mountain.

He was holding onto Thalia when...

The spring went cold before anything arrived.

It was a heavy cold, and Noah felt it first in the stolen thing inside him, THE Provenance of THE Immense Sovereign, which had sat quiet in his depths since the day he took it.

Thalia’s hand closed on his arm as they stopped their Dual Cultivation session.

"Something is coming!" she said with alarm as robes covered her body!

|THE UNPAID COLLECTOR has arrived. You can honor him by many different names, but today, he is a Collector that was not paid.|

|He perceives what was taken from him. It is still being drawn upon. It is being drawn upon now, in a spring, by a thing that did not ask. He can smell his prize filled with the seed of another as he is furious.|

|He is more than fucking displeased.|

"You did not get what was promised," Aurelius said, and his voice went out steady across the Elseworld.

"My lineage does not hide from a debt. So name it. What price is owed, and what price can be paid? Speak it, and let us settle this as existences that have both stood a long time, and not as a fire and the thing it burns. We have weavings and karma with other Immense Ones as we can always work-"

HUUM!

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