Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5990

Chapter 5990: Center III

When the giving was done, well, it wasn’t really done as he kept it a passive process, Noah walked back to the center of his field and sat down with his back against the Tree.

The bark was warm through his coat. Above him, the bright shoot of THE Endless Retelling swayed over the forest canopy, and its leaves drifted down in their slow gold rain, settling on his shoulders and his hat and the black-gold soil around him before they grew back on the branch. He stretched his legs out, let his hands rest on his knees, and for the first time in a long while, he did nothing at all.

Someone sat down beside him.

He did not need to look. THE Infiniverse had stepped out of herself and onto the farm without a sound, and she settled into the soil at his side, tall and many-colored, her shape almost still now. Her hair fell long past her shoulders, every strand a different color, and the colors moved slowly through it, violet into gold into a deep sea green, none of them staying anywhere for long.

She said nothing for a while. Then she lay down on her side in the soil and rested her head in his lap.

Noah smiled. He lifted one hand and stroked her hair, and the colors shifted under his fingers and followed them, warm wherever he touched.

"I’ve begun enacting my own Mountain," THE Infiniverse said quietly. "My own spine."

His hand paused for half a moment and then went on. The Mountain at the Center of Everything. The spine that held every region in its place.

"To make THE Infiniverse itself its own genuine Existence doesn’t seem so easy," she went on, "nor something that would happen so quickly. I thought it would be. I have seas and realms and Dimensions in me now, and skies, and mountains, and lives. Your family lives in me. I thought that if I held enough, I would become a place that holds itself." She was quiet for a moment. "I was wrong. Holding is not the same as standing."

Noah said nothing. He kept stroking her hair and let her find the rest of it.

"Existence holds because something at its center does not move," she said. "Everything else can shift. Regions can be carved open, Kings can drown each other, whole Narratives can come and go, and existence barely flinches, because the spine underneath it never bends. I have nothing like that. Everything in me still shifts when you breathe. When you are hurt, I feel it in my oceans. When you are angry, my weather turns."

"So you need something that won’t shift," Noah said.

"I need far more than that." The colors in her hair darkened slowly toward deep blue. "A spine has to be denser than everything it carries. Every region in me would have to lean on it and never once feel it bend. That is stability, and I do not have it. It needs structure, too, roads that run from the center outward, so that every place in me knows exactly where it stands in relation to every other. And it needs purpose. A mountain with no reason to stand is only a heap of stone."

She turned her head a little in his lap, looking up through the falling gold leaves at the swaying top of the Tree.

"And then even more. It has to be remembered by everything that lives on it. It has to be believed. It has to be chosen, every day, by the place that carries it, or it is only something that was put there." Her voice softened. "Stability. Density. Structure. Purpose. Memory. Choice. Even if I had all of them, I am not sure I could do it alone."

Noah’s hand stilled in her hair.

"Ruination and I have been talking," THE Infiniverse said. "Theorizing. She holds THE Ruined Quantum Existence, every road that could be, every possibility that branches out from every moment. I hold places. Real ones. Every sea and sky and life in me is something that is. But a spine is not only what is. The Mountain holds every road and every region together, what is and what could be, both at once."

She was quiet for a long moment.

"So we have begun to wonder whether her countless possibilities should be joined to me. Fused. THE Ruined Quantum Existence and THE Infiniverse, made into one thing. Only then might the spine of our Existence be complete."

Noah breathed out slowly.

Every road that could be, fused with every place that was. He turned the idea over, and the size of it settled into him piece by piece. It would not be a region anymore, or a domain, or a power he carried. It would be something that stood on its own, with its own center, its own spine, its own weight on the Mountain.

It would be an Existence!

"We want to make it ours," THE Infiniverse said. "Not given to us. Not built for us. Ours, the way your Provenance is yours, made out of nothing and owed to no one. Ruination feels the same. We have talked about it for a long time, and we decided we would do this without needing your help. We want to stand on something we made ourselves."

She lifted one many-colored hand and laid it flat on his chest, over the place where the small brown-gold seed sat.

"But at the same time, you are our everything. Every road Ruination has ever counted runs through you. Every place in me was given to me by you, one gift at a time, back when I was so small I could hardly hold a single field." Her voice dropped very low. "So I wanted to ask you. Not to build it for us. Only...to be something."

"Can you be my Mountain? My Mountain at the Center of Everything?"

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"Build your spine. Make it yours, every piece of it, the way you want. I won’t build it for you, because you don’t need me to, and you never did." He smiled down at her. "But yes. I’ll be your Mountain. Not the kind that tells you where to stand. The kind you can stand on when you’re tired and push off from when you’re not. Whenever you need something at the center that won’t move, I won’t move."