Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5905

Chapter 5905: No Path For You! I

"Come on," said Noah’s voice, out of THE Verdant Regard’s mouth. "Let’s spar with this body now, and test its limits."

On the golden shore of the Maze of Destiny, Kir One slowly stretched its titanic neck.

Its vast obsidian head came down out of the haze, faces carved all along it, and it brought itself close, very close, until its open eyes hung just a few paces from the Verdant Regard’s chest. The same chest it had split wide open not very long ago. The scar was still there under her robes, sealed now with a faint line of gold.

Kir One looked at it for a long moment.

"Are you alive?" it asked again.

HUUM!

The Verdant Regard’s gold eyes shone, and her mouth curved into Noah’s smile.

"We will see!"

A little way off along the shore, Noah’s own body sat cross-legged on the golden sand, perfectly still, hands resting on his knees. He glanced up once at the scene, the Ancient body he wore squaring off against the titan that had nearly killed her, and then he closed his eyes.

There was something else he needed to see first.

He began his next Infinite Quantum Dream!

|Quantum Dream 7 begins.|

|Starting conditions: your Dream as it is now. Assimilation Rate: 2.1%. True Order III.4.|

|You hold two Epitropos seats. THE Long Night across THE Keepers of Existence answers to you.|

|Goal: grasp the weavings of THE Sealed One.|

The blue-gold glass rose around him.

|Minute 1: You follow the threads of THE Long Night back into THE Keepers of Existence.|

|The snow falling over their Legacy is yours. You travel inside it.|

|Minute 4: You move toward THE Sealed One.|

He went slowly.

Of everything in the Keepers’ Legacy, this was the one thing he had learned to be most careful of. Forty-one borrowed lifetimes had shown him where the Sealed One lived, a quiet stone tower at the edge of the frozen gardens, but none of those lifetimes had shown him what the Sealed One truly was. The Keepers themselves were in the dark. They spoke of him with a strange, uneasy respect, as people speak of a guest who has stayed too long and somehow become part of the house.

|Minute 9: You stop at a distance and watch.|

|THE Sealed One stands alone at the top of his tower, looking out at the snow.|

In the glass, Noah drifted closer with the falling snow, flake by flake, until he hung in the cold air just outside the tower window.

From the outside, there was almost nothing to see. A tall, slender man in plain grey robes, his hands folded behind his back, his face calm and ordinary, his dark eyes resting on the falling snow as if he had watched a great deal of existence and expected a great deal more. He could have been anyone.

|Minute 13: You see his dream.|

|It is hazy. It is murky. It is very old.|

Inside the Sealed One, his dream drifted like smoke in a room with no windows. It was nothing like Seren’s soft mist or the Verdant Regard’s garden of eyes. It was thick and grey and curled in on itself a thousand times, so dense and so old that it was hard to tell where one part of it ended and the next began.

Then Noah looked closer, and saw what the smoke was hiding.

The dream was a patchwork.

It was made of pieces, hundreds of them, maybe thousands, every one of them severed from something larger, then sealed at its torn edges and stitched to the next. Some pieces were bright and some were faded nearly to nothing. Some were sewn neatly and some were dragged together with thick, rough stitches that had clearly been redone many times. Each piece felt like a different time, a different name, a different life, all of them cut loose and sealed and sewn into one dream that had every reason to fall apart, and somehow held.

|His dream is a patchwork of severed and sealed things, stitched together.|

|Each piece comes from a different life.|

He was a man made of everything he had ever been!

Noah watched it for a long time before he moved.

Then, carefully, more carefully than he had done anything in his life, he let a single thread of his Shinjitsu drift toward it.

|Minute 21: Your Shinjitsu touches his dream.|

|Its rhythm is slow and strange. It has been broken and remade many times.|

|You match it.|

|Minute 26: His dream begins to remember you as having always been part of it.|

|It hesitates. It has remembered many things. It does not trust what it remembers.|

|Minute 31: You are inside.|

The smoke closed around him!

|THE Sealed One’s dream:|

|To put everything under his vision.|

|To have all of existence flow, grandly and in order, under his guidance.|