Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5886

Chapter 5886: Come!

The questions came from every side at once.

"What did she want?" Moriarty demanded. "What King? Which Legacy does he hold?"

"Unfathomable...hmmm" the Thinker murmured, half to himself.

"Are they coming back?"

"What..."

Question after another came as Noah did not answer many!

Noah sent a small part of his existence somewhere else as he thought about many things.

He went back to his mother’s dream!

The shore was quiet. The afternoon light had gone soft and gold, the boats rocked gently at the dock, and somewhere the same bird was still calling its three notes. Seo-yeon had fallen asleep with her head in Amelia’s lap, one hand still curled around the end of her fishing pole, and Amelia was stroking her hair absently.

Noah sat down beside them on the warm boards, in his plain human body and white robes.

Amelia looked at him for a long moment.

"What happened?" she asked.

Noah watched the water for a while before he answered.

"Someone much more powerful than me is telling me what I can and cannot do," he said. "They said that if I keep doing what I am doing now, only death lies ahead."

He smiled a little.

"But of course, it is not in my nature to listen."

Amelia’s hand stopped in Seo-yeon’s hair.

"No," she said. "It is not in our nature to listen."

She looked out over the water, and her voice stayed low so the girl in her lap would keep sleeping.

"When you were small, the doctors told me all kinds of things about my son. Wonky doctors, some of them with degrees in philosophy, telling me what you would never be able to do and who you would never be. I listened to them politely, and then I went home and did not listen at all."

She smiled faintly at the memory.

"And when the apocalypse took me away, when time and death themselves told you that you would never see your mother again, you did not listen either. You came anyway. Across your whole existence, my son has never once listened to anyone who told him what he could or could not do."

Her eyes came back to his, and they were steady and bright.

"Whatever powerful monsters are out there now, however long they have been alive, it is the same. My son will do what my son wishes to do."

HUUM!

Something stirred in Amelia as she said it, an air of quiet tyranny that buzzed around her, the stubborn will of a woman who had raised a son through every no that life could throw at them. Seo-yeon sighed in her sleep and burrowed closer.

Noah smiled, and closed his eyes.

It was never in his nature to listen to others!

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<THE Maker of Scales>

Heavy snow was falling in the Undefined Gaps.

It fell over a battlefield that had only just gone quiet. Torn Gaps hung open in the dark, edges still smoking, and the Conduits that ran through them shook with the last echoes of a fight that had ended too suddenly to have a proper ending.

Six figures waited in the snow!

At the front stood THE REMINISCING WIDOW, the twisted loop of her ring glowing faintly, and beside her hung THE MATRIARCH OF INK, a tall shape of flowing ink whose dripping edges rose back up into her as fast as they fell. Atlas, THE Great Engineer, stood with them, tall and lean and drawn in fine lines of pale gold, the same twisted loop glowing through his chest.

Vakochev!

"With existence being so old," he said grandly, "exceptional beings will always rise here and there..."

"You. What are... what is your name?"