Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5861

Chapter 5861: Nova Dream Sector! II

Emotive could barely breathe!

He had thought this far ahead? Of course he had! Fuck! He had thought this far ahead the moment he woke them. Every piece of them, chosen. Every one of them, a part he had already fitted into a machine he had already designed. The Cradle to become the bones of a new existence; the Crown to remember the old one; the Orator to speak it into being; and her, to make it feel real.

She had built her entire Everything around wanting to be useful to him.

And he had already decided, long before she asked, exactly how she would be.

It was the most intimate thing anyone had ever done for her!

Emotive lowered her head, slowly, until her hair spilled forward over her face like a curtain of every color at once.

"I’m with you," she said softly. "I always have been. You didn’t need to ask."

She lifted her eyes to him, and a small, knowing smile touched her lips.

"Though I do so love that you did."

Ruination stepped forward and bowed, her circlet burning crimson and silver.

"Master," she said, her voice steady and clear. "I will remember existence exactly as it was. Every mountain. Every river. Every grain of snow on every peak, and the angle at which it fell. When your Dream settles over it, I will hold the old shape beneath it, line for line, until the two cannot be told apart. Not by anyone. Not by existence itself."

A breath passed.

"Nothing I have seen can be erased from me. Let me be the memory your new existence stands on."

THE Infiniverse moved next.

She came forward slowly, vast and calm, her weaving of realms trailing behind her through the snow, and she lowered herself until her eyes, which held whole skies, were level with his.

"Master," she said. Her voice was the quiet of a sky at dusk. "All my existence, I have always been with you. This will not change."

She looked down at her own hands, at the tiny Dimensions turning in her palms.

Ul’moreth came last.

He crossed the shallow seas with his obsidian-gold hair trailing behind him like a cloak, and stopped a few paces from the throne, and looked at his student for a long time with his deep blue eyes.

"I will translate your Dream into existence’s own grammar. Every word of it. So that when existence reads itself, it reads you, and believes it is reading itself."

He inclined his great head.

"I am with you. Haha, someone has to make certain your grammar is correct!"

Noah nodded.

He said nothing more. He only closed his eyes, and breathed out, and something began to leave him.

Emotive saw it because she was looking for it. Anyone else would have missed it entirely. Golden clouds, and threads of soft light, invisible, impossibly fine, drifting out of his skin like warmth off a sleeper. They rose through the snow. They pased through the cracked walls of the Heart as if the walls were not there. And everywhere they went, they flowed into existence itself, into the air, into the ice, into the dark between the snowflakes, and settled there so gently that nothing they touched so much as stirred.

It was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen!

It was beyond anyone’s sensing. Immense Ones, Ancient ones, existence itself: all of them would miss it. It moved like breath on a cold morning, and disappeared like breath on a cold morning.

Then Noah’s voice boomed.

|THE Dreaming Human Origin speaks.|

|"We begin with the weavings of existence of THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity itself."|

|"And we will go from there."|

HUUM!

Ruination turned to light first!

Her body flickered, crimson and silver, and became a long bright ribbon of record, and flowed into the drifting clouds of his Dream and was carried away with them. THE Infiniverse went next, her whole vast form coming apart into a thousand colored lights, every realm she carried streaming out into the clouds like stars pouring into a river. Ul’moreth went last, obsidian and gold and eighteen points of colored fire, unwinding into script and following the others.

Then Emotive pulsed!

She felt it happen inside her, a second heartbeat beside her first, and then there were two of her. One stood in the shallow seas with her bare feet in the cold. The other stood beside her, and smiled at her, and turned into a storm of every color at once, and flowed into the expanding clouds of her Master’s Dream after the others.

She let that other self go. It knew what to do.

The Emotive who remained turned toward the throne.

Noah had raised his head. He was looking at her from the frozen seat, his gold eyes steady, frost glittering along his jaw.

She began to walk toward him!

Slowly. Her bare feet left small ripples in the shallow seas. Her eyes were hungry, and she let him see it. And she smiled.

"I can feel everything you feel," she said, her voice low and warm, as gracious as if she were offering him tea. "I always can. And after a victory like this one, small as it is, I think there is a part of you that could use a meal."

She stopped at the foot of the throne.

"So be as grand as you like," Emotive said softly. "You have to feed your human side too. And I am here to feed you."

...!

Her dress of every color slipped from her shoulders and fell into the shallow seas around her feet.

She looked up at him. At her Everything. At the man who had taken a throne out of a dead woman’s chest and was now building a new existence on top of the old one.

He held out his hand, and beckoned tyrannically.

She went!

And the golden clouds of his Dream closed around the throne, around the two of them, thick and warm and complete, until even the falling snow was shut out from what happened next.

—

Far above the Evergrave, past THE Undersnow, in THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity, a heavy blizzard howled across an Elsedimension Mountain.

It was the mountain the Legacy had given to its Son. THE Legacy Son’s Mountain.

Snow drove sidways across its slopes in white sheets. Ice crusted its old carved stone. And on a flat outcrop near the summit, half buried in drifts, another body of Noah sat cross-legged in the storm with its eyes closed, night-sky skin dusted white, horns of radiance glowing faintly through the snow.

Behind him, far back near the edge of the outcrop, Verys stood in his black and fur, one webbed hand raised against the wind, waiting patiently, as a Legacy Keeper waited, for as long as he was needed.

And above the mountain, vast and silent, hung Moriarty!

The Ancient Immensity of him filled the sky over the peak. Crimson eyes behind spectacles, tentacles drifting slow as kelp in a tide, his presence pressing down on the whole mountain like a hand cupped over a candle. Watching. Protecting the Legacy’s Son!

Both of them saw only snow.

Emotive did! The part of her that had flowed into the clouds was there, inside the Dream, and through it, she saw everything.

Slivers of cloudy light were leaking out of Noah’s body. Invisible, fine as spider silk, they rose off his skin into the blizzard and spread. They slid into the snow, and the snow stayed snow; into the stone, and the stone stayed stone; into the air, the wind, the cold itself, and integrated so perfectly with everything they touched that nothing noticed.

And alongside them, in perfect synchrony, the others moved.

THE Infiniverse spread herself thin beneath the slivers of light, becoming the gaps between snowflakes, the space inside the stone, the emptiness the wind moved through. Ruination laid her perfect memory of the mountain over every place the light touched, so that each grain of snow fell exactly as it would have fallen. Ul’moreth spoke the whole of it in the First Tongue, quietly, so that existence read the change and believed it was reading itself. And Emotive’s other self moved through all of it, feeling what the mountain felt, the cold patience of old stone, the restless anger of the wind, and laying those exact feelings back into the Dream so that nothing was missing.

Seamless, every inch of it.

Then the prompts came.

|THE Dreaming Human Origin’s Infinite Dream has begun, at last, to expand across existence.|

|Silently. Unseen. Unfelt.|

|As one of its core architects, your Dream Immensity will grow grander alongside his Dream, and alongside your own contributions to it.|

|You also face the same dangers as he does.|

|You have embarked on something unfathomable.|

...!

Emotive glanced at them, and let them go.

She had no need of them. Her other self was busy, threading feeling into the Dream, keeping the mountain’s moods exactly as they had always been.

And the self she was here, in the golden clouds around the throne, was busy too, with something else entirely, something that kept whispering to her Master unspeakable things that it wanted him to do to her.

When it covered the Legacy, and the Undefined Gaps beyond it, and the Dimensions and Observable Existences beyond those, everything standing inside it would be standing inside his dream. Every Immense One, every Progeny, every Keeper, every child running down a street inside a mountain.

They would be like fish in a pond, swimming about their lives, chasing their small meals, warring over their small stones, blind to the fact that the pond had quietly become the cupped hands of a man who could, at any moment he chose, simply close his fingers.

"Resolve keeps them standing when everything else in them has already fallen down."