Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5735

Chapter 5735: A Terrifying Narrative I

As his people began to dream endless dreams of their own, noah returned to explore the immensity of his own terrifying dream!

Eckert was still talking when Noah set his gaze after...THE Creature.

He could sit on a blue-gold throne across from an old friend and listen to him explain how he had turned laziness into a system, and at the same time, with the same attention, reach out and follow a different thread somewhere else.

So he reached. He found THE Creature’s weavings inside THE Dimensional Provenance Train and threads of dreams pulled him along!

He meant only to look in on a friend he had not seen in a while.

Truly, this was all he meant to do!

Waves of blue-gold light pulsed and pulsed all around for a short while as his consciousness moved alongside his grand Provenance.

The dream carried him into a Cabin, and he opened his eye in a sky full of eyes.

The weavings of existence that communicated exactly what was around him told him a great deal of many things in the first nanosecond as...

He went still.

He had come in over the Tragic Heroes with one gaze above him, and that had been enough to make him careful. This...was not one!

’Fucking hell...’

His Provenance pulsed as he became extremely careful!

The prompts came before he could count them.

|You have entered a Narrative of Existence observed by several of Those Who Remain.|

|Observing: THE OVERSEEING ONE. THE UNPAID COLLECTOR. THE GLOATING JAILER. THE CACKLING BUTCHER. THE STARVING CONNOISSEUR. THE SLEEPLESS FIEND.|

|One further gaze is present and is not observing the Narrative.|

WAA!

THE OVERSEEING ONE, sour with a humiliation he had not finished digesting, the same gaze that had staged the Tragic Heroes and walked away from it!

THE UNPAID COLLECTOR, who had burned half a lineage over a stolen lifeform and promised to come back for the rest!

Noah had stood under both of those. He recognized their brilliance!

And THE SLEEPLESS FIEND.

Oh, this fucker.

He let his gaze go to that name now and barely dared to hold it there. What hung in that part of the sky was not a shape so much as a brightness that never rested, woven, restless, the light of something that had not closed its eyes in countless ages and did not intend to.

He looked at it for the space of a breath and looked away, because even masked, even beneath notice, looking at the Fiend felt like standing too close to a thing that would eventually notice it was being looked at.

|NARRATIVE OF EXISTENCE: The Weaving of IT.|

|Two lifeforms within this Cluster carry Shards of Existence. Within the Shards are weavings of IT.|

|Collapse the bearers. Expose the Shards. What slipped the hands of the Immense may be glimpsed by whoever holds them.|

|The prey holding The Shards: THE CREATURE. THE WRITER OF MYTHOS.|

|The hunters: THE INFINITY EATER. THE CHAMPION. THE USURPER. And THE ZENITH OF SUBJUGATION.|

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