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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5561: Unfathomably Prized!
Chapter 5561: Unfathomably Prized!
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<Anaximander>They were moved across vast Distances relatively easily by The Ancestral Voice.
The four of them simply ceased to be in one valley and commenced to be in another.
And in here...was a citadel.
It stood at the center of this domain the way the pillar stood at the center of the last one, and it was under siege. Twelve Superpowered Lifeforms held the ground in front of it, and behind them, packed into the citadel and spilling out along its terraces, were the natives!
Hundreds of thousands of humans. Perhaps more. Ordinary lifeforms of THE Ymnaros, small and frightened and entirely without the grand strength their protectors carried!
Above the citadel, the Infinite True Lifeforms were arriving in ranks.
"There are...rather a lot of them," Anaximander observed.
"Yes." Hvitrmarr did not sound especially concerned about it. She stood beside him in her human shape with the nine First Causes drifting through her robe, and she was not looking at the enemy at all!
She was looking up and to her left, at the mountain of gray scars and severed hands standing behind them. "Although the rest of us do not even need to move, if you are here."
Damodred said nothing to that.
He regarded her for a long moment from behind the veil of ancient hands, and Anaximander had the distinct impression of a very old thing being paid a compliment and not knowing the current etiquette for it, and then the titan began to float down toward the field.
Since Anaximander had never seen him work, he watched carefully.
A sea began to form above the citadel. That was the only word for it, and it was gray, and it came out of nowhere. It gathered in a great swelling mass over the ranks of the Infinite, and where its underside boiled it did so slowly, with the awful patience of a thing that had been waiting ages to be poured out somewhere!
The Infinite True Lifeforms looked up.
Compared to the invaders in the gardens, these had the sense to understand what they were looking at, and Anaximander watched several of them make the correct decision and begin to withdraw, which was interesting because it did not help them!
The sea came down.
And everything the descending gray touched began to calcify.
Where the gray fell across an Infinite True Lifeform, the compounding of Infinity stopped compounding.
Their Infinity, which by its nature was a thing that only ever became more, was simply frozen at whatever quantity it happened to be holding!
Anaximander was about to follow since it seemed only reasonable to make himself useful, when a voice arrived from everywhere at once.
|You will have to come in another direction, little guy.|
...!
Anaximander stopped where he was.
"Where?" he asked, and then, because the first question was less interesting than the second, "Why?"
|Because you are wasted here, and because I have spent enough ages watching things be wasted.|
|Also, you are like us. You would have been a good candidate for THE Aurate Collar of the First Purity. Genuinely good. Better than most of my own line....|
"But not good enough."
|You would have failed.|
The voice said it flatly!
|You would have walked the road, and passed the first, and probably passed the second, and then failed at the last step, exactly as we failed at the last step. Every one of us. Ages of candidates and not one made it past the end of it.|
"Then may I ask what the last step is?"
|No.|
"..."
|But...|
|For all those of us who failed. Could you pick up the pieces?|
Anaximander said nothing.
|My pieces. My friend’s pieces. The pieces of everyone who walked that road across every age and got to the end of it and could not close their hand. We are still there, in a manner of speaking.|
|They are heavy burdens. But you should be able to carry them, and nobody else I have ever met should, and I am running out of time.|
|If you accept.|
...!
Anaximander thought about it.
He thought about it for rather a short time, all things considered!
"Yes," he said. "All right."
...!
And he was gone.
Where he disappeared, Hvitrmarr gazed as her eyes flashed with a cold light!
—
The domain he arrived in was dark.
That was the first quality of it, and the second was that it was a sea.
Half buried in that sea were the titans.
Massive lifeforms, each one the scale of the thing standing over the citadel he had just left, sunk to the shoulder or the chest or the brow in the dark, and all of them were still. Not sleeping. Anaximander had seen sleeping things. These were done!
And then one of them raised its head.
It came up out of the sea slowly, and it was shrouded in vibrant Primeval light, and the light was the only living thing anywhere in that place. It was also, he noticed, considerably dimmer than it must once have been.
|Across existence, the burden of the crown is heavy.|
The voice came from it, and out here, at its source, the Ancestral Voice sounded old!
|Unfathomably so. Every framework that has ever been climbed was built by somebody who wanted to set something down, and could not, and made a structure to hold it instead. That is all a hierarchy has ever been. A very elaborate way of not carrying a thing yourself.|
Anaximander looked at the sea of half-buried titans and understood that he was being told something about them.
|And you.|
|You are without any external authority whatsoever. Nothing about you presses outward on existence, nothing announces, nothing can be weighed, and yet things happen when you speak plainly at them.|
|It makes you something unfathomably prized across existence. More than you know, and more than I intend to explain, since half of what makes it valuable is that so few have understood it well enough to come looking.|
Anaximander listened silently!
The Primeval light dimmed and steadied.
|So I will tell you the only useful instruction I have, and it will sound like nothing. Keep being yourself. Just keep being exactly what you are, and everything else will come to you, and a great deal of it will come whether you want it or not.|
|Are you ready?|
...!
Anaximander did not hesitate.
He had crossed the dark between Dimensions on foot because doors were a superstition. He had walked into a red sea to help a friend.
He was, on reflection, extremely well prepared to be handed something enormous by a dying Superpowered Lifeform.
He nodded.
And in the next moment, all across that black expanse, the corpses began to shimmer.
The half-buried titans lit from within, one and then a dozen and then more than he could look at, and their vast still shapes came apart into streams of light. The light rose out of the sea in long slow ribbons, every age of failed candidates unspooling upward at once, and then all of it turned, and began to flow toward the small tousled man in the white robes standing above the water with his hands at his sides!
