Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5914

Chapter 5914: Dominion I

Noah stood on the Early Veiled Shore and took stock of himself.

It was a strange thing, to look inward with new eyes. Everything he had been a few days ago was still there, but it sat differently now!

|THE Dreaming Human Origin.|

|You are the dreaming. Unwalked roads return to you.|

|THE Narrative of Kings: Rank 49.|

|VERITAS, PROVENANCE, PONDUS, OSMONTIAN MOIRAI: True Order III.6.|

|POTENTIA: Infinite, True.|

|Foundation: THE True Foundation.|

|Shinjitsu Assimilation Rate: 5%.|

|Thresholds: THE First Unveiling. THE Second Unveiling: THE Unlidded Eye.|

|Shinjitsu Weavings: THE Dream That Was Always So. THE Empty Hands That Hold. THE Infinite Quantum Dream.|

|You may dream Nightmares as well as Dreams.|

|Within you: four Shards of IT, resonating.|

|Epitropos seats: two, both your own.|

|Risen Nightmares: Henry, Thalia, THE Emperor Penguin, Kazuhiko, Barbatos.|

He read it once and let it settle. It was grand!

Then he looked at his five Risen Nightmares, still testing their new bodies on the sand, and waved his hand.

The air beside him opened like a page, and Ruination stepped through.

She was tall and calm, her skin crimson glass with rivers of light running beneath it, her hair long strands of moving red code, a circlet on her brow holding a single small steady sun. She glanced once at the five changed figures on the sand, and something in her scrolling eyes brightened with interest.

"A lot has changed in the days you’ve all been dreaming," Noah told them. "You lived years in your dreams. But in the days that passed out here, existence has become almost unrecognizable from what it was before. Ruination will bring you up to date, so we can put your new power to use."

The five of them nodded.

Ruination nodded to Noah, and took over. She raised both hands, and from the tips of her fingers, thin bright streams of light shot out, red and gold, five of them, each one finding a chest and sinking in. Henry’s wings shivered. Thalia’s tentacles went still. The Emperor Penguin closed all six of his eyes at once with great seriousness.

While they took it in, Noah turned his thoughts inward again.

The Regret of THE Dissolved Progenitor still floated in his domain, small and grey-blue and heavy, waiting. He had gone to swallow it once and found a Nightmare instead.

He would leave it there for now.

In very little time, he had swallowed a great deal. Shards, seats, a Curator, a Sealed One, a Nightmare’s answer, a new way of being. All of it needed to settle and become truly his before he added anything else. A body that eats nonstop grows sick instead of strong.

So the Regret could wait.

He was still thinking this when his gaze changed.

Something was moving at the edge of his authority!

His reach covered a vast stretch of existence now. His Dream had been quietly replacing empty regions, spreading through the Gaps and the dark places no one watched, and the pieces of THE Long Night that answered to him through two Epitropos seats stretched across the whole region around THE Keepers of Existence. The dominion was enormous. Most of it was silent.

Until now.

Something terrifyingly powerful had just crossed into it, and it made no effort to hide.

It was coming straight toward THE Legacy of THE Acharya of Immensity.

Noah turned his gaze toward it.

They came out of the dark between regions in perfect order.

First came nine figures, walking on nothing, each one so heavy with Immensity that the space around them bent. Behind them, in a wide wedge, came dozens of Ancient Immense Ones. Behind those, two hundred Established and Newly Risen Immense Ones in tight even ranks. And behind all of them, a thousand Root Bearers, marching in step across the empty dark as if it were a parade ground.

They were armored alike. Iron-grey plate burning with Immensity, plain and heavy and close-fitting, every piece of it etched with fine lines of small dense writing, like verses carved into a temple door. Every one of them carried the same long weapon, a halberd whose blade was shaped like a narrow gate swinging half open.

It also had pulses of Immensity imbued in!

And on every chest, from the smallest Root Bearer to the nine at the front, was the same sigil: an iron gate, shut, with a single line of writing running across its bars.

They came in silence, unhurried, in step, all of them, and the dark parted to let them through.

Noah’s Unlidded Eye looked at them, and what they were lay open to it.

|You see beneath their robes.|

|This army belongs to the Narrative of a King.|

|THE Narrative of Kings: Rank 27. THE Iron Psalm of the Last Gate.|

|They are one of its Hands: a force sent to take and hold dominion.|

|Nine Unfathomable Immense Ones.|

|Forty-one Ancient Immense Ones.|

|Two hundred Established and Newly Risen Immense Ones.|

|One thousand Root Bearers.|

|Beneath their armor, every one of them carries the same thing: a small iron gate, locked over their existence.|

|They are bound to the King. Some of them chose it. Some of them did not.|

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