Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 5993

Chapter 5993: OINK I

Gular stepped through the curtain first.

It took him without a sound. One moment he was standing in front of it, broad and still, and the next the pulsing horizons had closed over him and he was gone. Noah looked at the place where he had been for exactly as long as it took to breathe once.

Then he stepped through too!

At first there was nothing to feel. Then he was being read. Every possibility in the curtain passed through him at once, countless small horizons opening and closing against his skin, and each one touched something in him and asked a single question!

Whose is this? His walls. His Dreams. His Nightmares. The seed in his chest. The infinity behind all of it. One by one, everything he carried was asked, and one by one, everything answered the same way.

His!

Nothing was taken. Not a wall, not a thread, not one leaf of the Endless Retelling!

And the transition was rapid and quick as he felt a grand heaviness pressing on his body!

He came out the other side standing on soft ground, and Ruination was already working.

|Location: unknown.|

|Records: none.|

|Preliminary analysis: in progress.|

|Preliminary analysis: failed.|

|Preliminary analysis: failed.|

|Preliminary analysis: failed.|

Three failures in a row!

Then he breathed in, and the air was good. It was clean and cool and faintly sweet. Existence was here, pressing gently against his skin, and it was rich, far richer than anywhere he had ever stood. But richness was not the word for it.

It was pure!

Out there, every scrap of existence he had ever touched had been carved and bled and fought over, layered with Narratives and Kings and old wars. Here, nothing had touched it. It was soil before anyone had ever planted in it, and every part of him that had ever given anything leaned toward it at once.

He was standing in a forest. The trunks rose out of the dark on every side, wider than three shell houses, made of a deep black glass, and inside the glass, slowly, constellations were turning, small points of white and blue and pale gold drifting through the black at the speed of something very old and very patient. The roots ran away across the ground in long dark ridges. Far above, the leaves were black glass as well, edged with starlight.

Between the trunks, the dark was complete. And through it, from somewhere so high above that he could not see where it began, fell long, still shafts of golden light.

He tried to look further, and his sight simply stopped. Thirty meters out, perhaps forty, everything ended in a soft blankness, not black and not empty, only unreadable. His Dreams went exactly as far as his eyes and no further. His possibilities, the countless roads he could always see, had thinned to a handful, short and faint, fading a few seconds ahead.

Then...the surroundings spoke to him with waves of information.

It did not come from Ruination. He knew her voice in every prompt she had ever given him, and this was not her. This came from the place itself, from the pure air and the black glass and the golden light, rising out of everything around him at once and settling in front of his eyes!

|You have arrived at ?????.|

|Your Lifeform has been designated as Essara 1 Existence.|

|If you do not build your Existence to a higher designation after 1 month here, your lifeforce will be extinguished and returned to THE Mountain.|

|To ensure a fair chance of survival for your existence, your scent will be masked for 5 days.|

|An introductory Narrative of Existence has been triggered due to a second Essara 1 Existence being near you.|

|A nearby Essara 1 Abomination has been drawn over to aid you in acclimating to the environment of ????.|

...!

What?!

Noah read it again, slowly!

Essara 1 Existence.

Essara.

Noah stared at the word. Outside, an Essara was the very essence of existence itself, a piece of it given shape, with Veins running through it and Powers of Existence waiting along every Vein.

So what was he here? A piece of existence, walking on two legs?

If he was one, then so was everything else in this forest. Every beast in the dark. Did their bodies carry Veins of their own, the same as the seed in his chest? Did they strike with Powers of Existence as easily as they breathed, breaking walls all the way down to nothing, the same as Roxanna had?