Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5976

Chapter 5976: The Name Unspoken!

On the western side, Phaedra closed her eyes as she finally prepared to make a move.

She did it slowly, without any sign of effort, hanging in the air with her great silver wings spread. Beneath the pale skin of her chest, two kernels burned: one bright and plain, and one so deep and so still that looking at it made the eye want to slide away.

Around her, the battle went on, the roar of phantoms, the crack of walls, the hiss of the Red Hour across the snow. But one by one, the beings nearest to her stopped what they were doing and turned to look at her, because her stillness had become something worse than all of it.

Thessaly saw her sister’s eyes close, and the grin left her face. "Sister," she said quietly. "Here? Now? Dont destroye anything we are meant to save!"

"We were meant to bring the Shards home," Phaedra said. "This is how. Stand back."

Thessaly drew back a full wingspan’s distance and did not say another word.

Because she was about to unleash something fucking...Exalted.

A Power of Existence from an Exalted Essara of Existence, as her sister...had gotten unfathomably lucky! Thessaly had spent a great many Ages telling herself that luck did not matter. Watching Phaedra now, she was less sure.

"THE Name Unspoken," Phaedra said.

She said it softly. And somewhere in the vast, quiet places where existence kept the names of everything it held, one name was taken out and set down and forgotten.

Noah felt it go. It was the strangest thing he had ever felt, stranger than murky quantum possibilities and stranger than holes. Something that had been part of him since before he could remember simply was not there anymore, and the place where it had been was smooth, with no edge to it and no wound, nothing to show that anything had ever been there at all.

|The name of this lifeform cannot be found, but this lifeform has been struck by the Vein of an Exalted Essara of Existence.|

|Narrative Walls: owner unknown.|

|THE Narrative of Kings: entry not found.|

|THE Long Night: seats unassigned.|

...!

The walls around him wavered. They had always known whose they were, and now they did not, and two of them simply let go and dissolved into the air without anyone striking them at all. But his infinite dream held firm.

The Unfathomables pressing in on him slowed, confused, because the being in front of them had become very hard to look at and very hard to hold in the mind, a man-shaped place where something ought to be.

Behind the Farm Wall, Henry drew breath to shout for his father, and stopped with his mouth open!

He knew who was out there. He could see him. That man had taught him everything, had sent him into the Dream Engine, had put a hand on his shoulder on the first day of the farm. And the name was simply gone.

"Thalia," Henry said. His voice had gone thin. "What’s his name? Tell me his name!"

HUUUM!

Thalia opened her mouth, and her golden tentacles went very still!

"I...do not know," she said, and for the first time since Henry had known her, she sounded afraid.

"Father!" Henry said, and his voice cracked on it, because that was all he had left!

The black-gold soil of the farm cooled, by a single degree, under everyone’s feet. In the coop, every one of the stellar chickens fell silent at once.

Noah stood in the middle of it with the Hoe in his hands, and he was calm.

He still knew what he was doing. Well, so he thought.

"Huh," he said aloud, to the Hoe in his hands. "That’s new."

What did a name actually do? He had never needed to ask. He knew the soil, and the rows, and the warm small weight in his hands, and he knew how to give. Surely that was the important part. So he knelt, put his hand in the cooling soil, and gave, as he always had.

And it went nowhere. The giving left him and went down into existence, and existence took it, and then did not know what to do with it, because it no longer knew whom to give back to. THE Bounty That Owes Nothing turned and found no one at the other end. The rivers of Essence thinned to a trickle, and around him the walls went on dissolving, faster than any Unfathomable on the field could have broken them.

That answered that. He understood, then, what an Exalted Essara was. It did not need to strike him. It only had to make existence forget he was there, and existence would do the rest.

Roxanna lowered her fist. She had been about to strike another wall, and she did not, and she turned to stare across the whole width of the farm at the silver-winged woman hanging motionless on the western ridge.

"Is that...?" Ione began, behind her.

|A Power of Existence has opened without an Essara.|

|This has never happened before...presumably.|

|Source: the sentience of IT.|

|Vein: THE Name That Was Given.|

|Kind: Working.|

|Effect: a name given freely and accepted freely can never be unspoken. Speak it, and existence remembers it, and remembers everything that name has ever touched.|

|Against THE Name Unspoken: it is spoken again.|

|Shaped by you: one who had no name until someone gave her one.|

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