Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5876

Chapter 5876: True! II

He said it looking straight at Noah!

On the Giant’s shoulder, Lifthrasir turned her head and looked at Noah too, and her dark eyes shone with sudden, delighted interest.

THE Sovereign of the Endless Spiral’s gaze grew heavy.

He turned it on the Fiend, slowly, and the weight of it pressed down on the white-hot threads like a hand on a restless dog’s neck. A clear admonishment, without a word spoken. The Fiend’s smile stayed, but his threads went still.

Then the Sovereign stepped forward, past the front of the crescent, his endless horns coiling into the dark, making it plain to everyone in the Ossuary who led here.

|"Naturally, we have many things to offer,"| he said evenly. |"Our Legacy is filled with them."|

He looked up at the small figure on the Giant’s shoulder.

|"Does Ma’am already know what she wants? Since you seem to be... entwined with Destiny."|

Lifthrasir smiled.

"I’ll give you the information about THE Dissolved Progenitor myself," she said. "In exchange for a spar. One with each of you."

She reached down and patted the obsidian shoulder beneath her, fondly, as someone pats a large and well-behaved dog.

"The little ones here. Little Kir One." She pointed down at the second Giant beside them. "And Little Kir Two."

Then she looked back at the crescent of Ancients.

"Choose two from among you to fight them. If yours win both spars, that is the whole price. The information is yours. How about it?"

...!

Noah watched with shining eyes.

What exactly was this monster he had woken up doing?

Her Kirtimukha devoured Narratives, legends and titles and the weight a story gains by being believed. And the beings standing in front of her were Ancient Immense Ones, every one of them wrapped in a Narrative Ages deep.

A spar.

Was she quietly trying to feed the Narratives of Ancient Immense Ones to her Kirtimukha, right here, in front of everyone, and call it a bargain?

He had thought that with only a hundred years of life, she might simply retreat somewhere quiet and live them out. A small home, grey hair, and someone beside her in the evenings.

It seemed he had been wrong.

She meant to live every one of those years to the fullest. She was voracious!

THE Sovereign of the Endless Spiral considered her offer for a long moment.

Then he waved his hand.

|"Agreed."|

He turned to the crescent behind him.

THE SLEEPLESS FIEND was already leaning forward, his threads blazing white-hot, ready to go. The Sovereign’s eyes passed over him without stopping.

|"Verdant Regard. Gaoler."|

The Fiend stayed where he was. His smile held. If anything, it grew brighter, as if being passed over amused him more than anything that could have happened.

THE Verdant Regard drifted forward, her green light blooming around her, the single plum branch still turning slowly in her hand. Beside her came THE Gaoler of Unfinished Ages, his cage of grey light humming, the frozen sunrise inside it flickering as he moved.

Noah looked at THE Verdant Regard.

And before he could think better of it, he spoke, there among beings far more powerful than he was.

|"Be careful of that one,"| he said mildly, to no one in particular. |"She betrayed her old Legacy like a cheap thing. Who knows how quickly she’ll betray her new one."|

HUUM!

The air around the Ossuary buzzed.

THE Verdant Regard stopped. Her head turned, slowly, and her eyes found Noah, and they were very cold. Her green light flared. The plum branch in her hand went still. Her power rose around her like a tide climbing a cliff, vast and green and furious, and pressed toward him across the sea of stars.

But it stopped short of him.

Because the Ossuary itself rose up first!

Illusory waves of obsidian and gold light swept up out of the sea of stars on every side, curling over the heads of every Immense One present. They passed through the falling silk, through the crescent of Ancients, through the green tide of the Verdant Regard’s fury, and wherever they touched, every thread of destiny in the Ossuary went taut.

|THE First Gu of Destiny warns.|

Her voice boomed out across the Ossuary, a dozen voices speaking as one.

|"Follow the established rules of the exchange."|

The waves of obsidian and gold hung over them all.

|"Or some of you may begin dropping dead."|

...!

Her power spread out over the Ossuary like a sky closing.

For a long moment, no one moved.

"He called it Shinjitsu."

"It comes from an ancient language my father used," Lifthrasir went on quietly. "Older than many Tongues maybe. It means truth, and sincerity, and verisimilitude, the quality of seeming wholly real, and reality itself, all four at once. Shinjitsu is all of them."