Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5864

Chapter 5864: Narrative! II

The future self remained utterly grand and magisterial. As if all of existence trembling around them were nothing.

{We made ourselves a leader of the dreams of Humans. We draw our strength from those dreams.}

{And you will find, more and more, how little the dreams and lives of those you rule matter to anyone else.}

Inside the bubble, the light burned steady.

{To uphold your dream, and to keep those you rule from being scattered into ash, you must stand without peer. Trust no narrative of others. Build your own. And let it encompass everything.}

The figure lifted its head, and its voice rose for the first time, rolling out of the bubble and through the frozen Heart like a tide through an empty harbor.

{Existence breathes, and epochs pass. They leave behind Civilizations that become monuments, that crumble into memory, that are long forgotten by the time that breath comes again.}

{And through all of those epochs, Infinity reigns supreme.}

WAA!

{We reign supreme.}

{Our dreams reign supreme.}

{Our humanity...}

The blazing figure smiled.

{...reigns supreme.}

BOOM!

Existence began to crack!

Long fractures ran out from the bubble through the frozen air, through the falling snow, through the dark itself, fraying at the edges like old cloth pulled too tight. Noah felt the thread across time straining, stretching, near its end.

And the future self let go.

Its blazing hand drew back from the inside of the bubble. And it stepped back, a single pace, into its own light.

Noah’s golden eyes blazed!

Beams of light poured out of them, gold and blue, pupil-less and brilliant, and his whole existence buzzed so hard that the white throne hummed beneath him.

His future self had left behind no technique, no treasure, no secret of what was coming, no name, no warning of a single enemy, nothing he could hold in his hand, write down, or use tomorrow.

And yet it had given him something grander than all of that.

His eyes shone brighter and brighter.

CRACK!

The bubble split down its center.

A long, bright crack ran through it from top to bottom, and the blazing figure inside began to fade, its light dimming, its edges softening into the glow around it.

Noah looked up.

And for one moment, as the light around it dimmed just enough, he could see its eyes.

Gold, like his. Pupil-less, like his. And they were looking straight at him.

Their eyes locked.

HUUM!

In those eyes, he saw something.

He blinked.

And the moment his eyes opened again...

BOOM!

Everything had dispersed.

The bubble was gone. Every bubble was gone. The thread across time had snapped clean, and the dark of the Descent was only dark again, and the snow was falling in slow, gentle flakes, and the dead chains hung quiet in the black.

But existence was still shaking.

It trembled around the throne in long, slow waves. The shallow seas rippled. The cracked walls of the Heart gronaed.

On his lap, Emotive stirred.

She raised her head from his chest, her hair spilling across his skin, her eyes still heavy. She looked around the trembling Descent, at the rippling seas and the shuddering dark.

Emotive knew at once what it was. The shaking was his. All of it. His own Dream, trembling.

"What... happened?" she asked softly.

Noah blinked.

His golden eyes shone brighter with every blink, grander and grander, until the light of them lit the whole bottom of the Descent and her upturned face in blue and gold.

"I am..." he said slowly, "having an epiphany."

...!

An epiphany!

That was what this felt like. His whole existence churned like a great engine turning over for the first time, every part of him grinding and catching and spinning faster, and through all of it, his hand kept moving slowly through Emotive’s hair as he thought.

Narrative!

He lifted his free hand, palm up. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞