Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5935

Noah kept his palm on the bark, and the region around him began to pulse with color, slow waves of blue and gold and obsidian rolling out across the sea and the sky and then coming back to him.

He could feel every part of the region now, the water, the depths, the blue sky, and the Fallow mixed into all of it, and he could feel that all of it was connected to the Tree under his hand and through the Tree to him. Because his dream of a farm was the first thing in his mind, the region seemed to feel that too, and it pulsed harder, because it had understood what he wanted and decided to give it to him.

BOOM!

The space around him started to change first. The empty air between the sea and the sky pulled together and thickened, growing heavier and darker until it had weight and grain, and then it settled downward and became soil. It was black and gold and warm, and when he looked closely, he could see tiny points of light inside every grain, because this was soil made out of space that had been full of infinity, and the infinity had stayed in it.

Then the sea began to move. The endless blue water drew inward from every horizon at once, pulling in from distances he could not measure, and as it came, it narrowed and deepened, until the whole infinite sea was being pressed into channels no wider than a man could jump. Rivers formed out of it, three of them, running bright and fast through the new soil, and each one held all the depth the sea had held, so that when Noah looked into the water he could still see it going down forever.

The creatures came with the water. Small fish with spines that kept growing when they were counted swam in the shallows, jellyfish with bells inside bells drifted along the banks, and in the widest river, a leviathon no longer than his forearm floated near the surface.

The Nightmares had not been pulled in with everything else, and they now stood together at the edge of the new land, all three hundred and seventeen of them, staring at it in confusion.

|Existence is answering your dream.|

|Space and sea are being compressed.|

|Compressed: ????? Gigaparsecs of existence.|

|A farm has formed.|

|Size: approximately one mile.|

|It contains the infinity of the sea it was made from.|

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The Tree changed last, shrinking quickly as the land around it settled, its trunk drawing down and its Branches pulling in until it stood about as tall as Noah’s chest. It was a sapling now, bright blue-gold with clear glass bark, and its four small Branches each carried a handful of leaves, the dream leaves, the closed-eye leaves, the clear leaves, and the leaves that turned together in time with the pulse. Noah’s hand was still on it, and it still beat against his palm the same as before.

|THE Dreaming Human Origin Tree has taken the form of a Sapling.|

|Its four Branches, Levels, and Sap remain unchanged.|

Noah stepped back and looked at what he had. It was a farm about a mile long, with black-gold soil, three bright rivers, a small blue-gold tree in the middle, and nothing else at all, and it looked very plain. He could feel what was inside it, though, unknown Gigaparsecs of existence and an endless sea of infinity pressed into one quiet mile of land, and the power coming off it in slow waves was greater than anything he had owned before.

That was not what mattered to him, though, because the power had never been the point of this. He had come here to be a farmer, he had planted his first tree, and now he had a field, so the only real question was what a farmer actually needed. He sat down on the warm soil beside the sapling and thought about it carefuly, treating it as seriously as any other important problem.

A farmer needed tools, and the first one was a hoe, since nobody could work a field without one. A normal hoe would break the first time it touched soil made out of infinity, so it would need to be made from something stronger, and Noah thought for a moment what that would be before his eyes brightened.

The four Shards of IT inside him had been humming together in a chord for a while, resonating without ever deciding what they wanted to become, and he decided it was time to give them a shape.

He reached into himself and drew them out one by one, the white-gold Shard he had taken first and the three that had come after it, until all four floated in front of him above the black-gold soil. Up close, they rang with a sound so deep and old that the rivers stopped moving for a moment. Noah reached into his Dream and pulled out long bright threads of it, blue-gold and soft, and he began to stitch the four Shards together with them by hand, one careful stitch at a time.

It took a long time, because the Shards resisted at first and pulled against the threads, but every time they pulled, he gave them more Dream and kept stitching. Slowly, the four of them pressed together into one piece, then thinned and lengthened, until three of them had become a long straight handle bound in blue-gold thread and the fourth had flattened into a broad white-gold blade with a curved, sharp edge. When the last stitch was pulled tight, the chord they had been humming all this time changed into a single clear note, and it sounded content.

HUUUUM!

|The four Shards of IT have been given a shape.|

|What they become together: a Hoe.|

|They are stitched with your Dreams.|

|Its full nature: ?????|

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