Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5747

Chapter 5747: A Grand Mythos! II

The screaming sea stopped. The falling arrows hung. The pale chains stilled. The smell of scorched starlight and old ozone that had hung over the underworld vanished all at once, replaced by something older and heavier, the suffocating scent of ancient volcanic Source, thick and primordial and wrong for this age!

And deep within the core of the Train, through the Dimensional Cabins, echoed a sound that did not belong to anything living now, the sound of colossal, iridescent scales shifting against iron, something vast turning over in a place it had no right to even be!

|SOVEREIGN COLLABORATIVE INSCRIPTION COMPLETE.|

|Syntax: THE VESTIGE OF THE FALLEN HERO.|

|You have ushered and aided in the emergence of an Unfathomable Narrative.|

|+35 PROVENANCE. +15 VERITAS. +15 PONDUS. +25 OSMONTIAN MOIRAI.|

...!

Upon Calliope’s actual body, down in the burning Cluster, a single page rose.

It lifted off her and expanded, and it expanded for Gigaparsecs, a sheet of writing wider than Dimensions, hanging over the underworld like a second sky! And then it did not dissolve, and it did not burn away.

It OPENED! Like an iron gate swinging wide on ancient hinges!

And rising up out of the page came a COFFIN!

A coffin!

A massive obsidian coffin, black as the space between things, ascending slowly out of the opened page, and the whole Cluster of Dimensions held its breath as the lid began, with a grinding finality, to lift.

Obsidian flames spilled out first, pouring from the seams of the coffin, and then the thing inside it rose.

It...was not perceivable! Noah stared and the weavings of existence could not resolve it, could not draw it, could give him nothing but the shape of the obsidian flames that wrapped it, a humanoid silhouette of pure dark fire standing where a body should be, terrible and vast and impossible.

But Noah knew what it was, knew it in the weavings of his frozen existence, because the weavings that poured off it were the same weavings he had felt on a Shard.

The physical, terrifying Remnant of Vakochev!

Noah looked upon it in astonishment, unable to move his masked eye, and down below, everything stopped.

The Infinity Eater stopped bleeding. The Champion stopped rebelling. The Sealed One’s Vessel stopped its suppression of THE Creature. Adrastia looked up solemnly.

Every hunter, every prey, every collapsed and swirling thing in the whole cluster of underworlds went utterly still, and they all looked UP, at the obsidian coffin and the fire-wrapped titan rising from it, in pure astonishment.

What...had THE Writer of Mythos done?!

Just what, in all of existence, had she written?

And the watching Immense Ones erupted at this time.

The gazes of the Immense Ones blazed, and their weavings crashed across the sky, cold and grand and arrogant, arriving one atop another!

|THE SLEEPLESS FIEND observes the fire-wrapped Remnant, and is amused.|

|"You have brought out another part of your body to die? Good. I did not enjoy killing parts of you the first time as much as I should have."|

...!

|THE OVERSEEING ONE recoils. This was not written into his Narrative. A Descendant has authored something he did not permit.|

|"Impossible. A measly Descendant of ink, raising THAT? Who lent her the hand? WHO?"|

|THE UNPAID COLLECTOR studies the Shard-weavings with cold, greedy interest.|

|"That is his true remnant. Not a memory. Not a ghost. Oh boy..."|

|THE GLOATING JAILER counsels caution.|

|"Careful, brethren. We buried this one for a reason. Twice-buried is a Narrative I do not wish to author a third time."|

|THE CACKLING BUTCHER is delighted. THE STARVING CONNOISSEUR, for the first time in an age, is not bored...|

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