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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5742: Change The Narrative! II
Chapter 5742: Change The Narrative! II
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Existence breathes, and epochs pass, leaving Civilizations that become monuments, then crumble to memory, and are long forgotten when that breath comes again. In all these epochs, just what reigns supreme?---
As Noah thought about the wonder that was Calliope, in the distance...the golden blade fell, and it fell as a rebellion given edge and gravity!
Alcaeus the Champion, rewritten by a pen he had never consented to, plunged downward through the dead air of the Cluster as a sword Gigaparsecs long, his inscribed foot the white-hot tip, and he crashed with the whole of his stolen weight into THE INFINITY EATER’s abyssal infinite sea of Dimensionality!
There was no burst of heat. No detonation of fire!
The blade did something colder and far more surgical, because Calliope had not written destruction, she had written betrayal, and betrayal cuts where a thing is weakest! The golden sword sheared clean through the Eater’s primary harvesting conduits, the great feeding channels through which the Infinity Eater drank the Infinity of countless lifeforms across a thousand Observable Existences and more thousands of Dimensions, all those distant existences who pulled their own Infinity from him and paid for it with a portion of themselves!
The conduits parted.
The infinite sea, cut off at its source, LURCHED, and the Eater staggered as an ocean that had always been fed suddenly found itself bleeding from a wound it did not undersand.
...!
But above, over her open codex, Calliope’s hand trembled as she breathed out.
To force an architect’s own champion to rebel against his deepest nature was not a thing done for free! The causal tension of it, a being made to betray the very shape it had been forged into, pushed back against her pen, and the tax came due in her own flesh.
Her silver-white hair whipped through the air as though a storm blew through the dead Dimensions, and from beneath her fingernails, dark and glistening, droplets of black ink began to seep! Her internal reserves burned rapidly, poured out drop by drop to hold the Rebel in place against Alcaeus’s screaming, authentic will.
|An archetype written into a living vessel must be continually fed. Where the vessel’s true historical intent pushes back against the imposed Mythos, the causal tension snaps backward into the author...|
Her Trueness itself was fraying at the edges, and she wrote on regardless, serene and bleeding at once.
Noah looked at this as this seemed like a limitation he may not be...too entirely bound by if he had acted.
But as things unfolded, far below, in the lower rift of the Cluster, THE Zenith of Subjugation reached THE Creature.
The clean Vessel of THE Sealed One did not rush even now. It extended its hands, and from them uncoiled seven pale chains of absolute suppression, each one a sentence of dormancy, each one designed to seize an existence and freeze it and press it down into a permanent, silent sleep! The chains lashed out toward THE Creature to still his weavings forever.
THE Creature ROARED at this time, sending his army far behind him as if he knew they could do nothing.
His titanic frame, caught in that paradoxical continuum where his Provenance existed both now and in a future not yet arrived, blazed with obsidian-white flames, and the flames scorched the pale chains where they touched!
But the Vessel’s weight was the weight of a being who specialized in taking, one piece at a time, everything a thing had, and slowly, grindingly, the suppression forced THE Creature’s titanic knees downward toward the dead ground!
Down!
And still further down!
And as his knees bent under the sentence of a monster, THE Creature reached back, and his great hand closed around the pure white bow the statue had carried for so long, and he pulled!
...!
The dead Dimensions answered his draw!
As THE Creature hauled the bowstring back, thousands upon thousands of illusory Dimensions gathered before him, folding and compressing, layering one atop another into a single shape, and the shape was an ARROW.
An arrow made of a thousand collapsed Dimensions, nocked to a bow of the first make, drawn by a King almost forced to his knees and refusing to stay there.
His eyes burned with obsidian-white flame, and in that moment THE Creature did not look like a King, and he did not look like a Ruler!
He looked like an ancient fiend, a primordial thing of fire and bearing, and from the depths of him an unknown Provenance began to spill, dark and vast and unnamed, an authority the weavings of existence could not yet put a number to.
He loosed!
The thousand-Dimension arrow tore across the rift toward THE Sealed One, and behind it THE Creature was already drawing another, and another, arrow after arrow of collapsed existences forming and flying, his obsidian flames raging higher with each pull, a fiend of the deep loosing Dimensions at a collector who had thought this would be simple!
And yet even in the face of this...THE Sealed One smiled as he raised his hand as if to welcome everything. As if his purpose here...was much more sinister.
Above it all, in the gallery, THE OVERSEEING ONE leaned forward over the brass balcony!
His crimson gaze pulsed with a mounting, ugly irritation, because his scripted Narrative was coming apart before the eyes of his peers! The Champion had broken formation and turned on his own side! The Eater was being pushed back and bled.
The Creature, who was meant to be pressed quietly into dormancy, was on his knees loosing arrows of worlds and spilling a Provenance no one had accounted for.
Twice now a theater he was watching and rooting for a certain side had refused to obey him. Twice, in front of the others!
He would not suffer it a third time!
|THE OVERSEEING ONE will not be embarrassed again.|
|He reasserts his authorship over a faltering Narrative.|
Streams of the Overseeing One’s own Narrative poured down from the balcony, and they wrapped around both THE Sealed One’s Vessel and THE CHAMPION, threading into them, reinforcing, bracing the failing script with the full weight of an Immense One’s will.
The pale chains on THE Creature drank the reinforcement and pulled tighter! Alcaeus’s rebellion strained against a second, stronger hand now laid over Calliope’s!
And the whole of the Dimensional Cabin, the whole vast Cluster of Dimensions beneath it, began to BUZZ with the terrifying collection of authority gathering in that one place!
|WARNING.|
|Authority within this Narrative of Existence is compounding beyond stable thresholds.|
|Multiple sovereign authors and one Immense One now write over the same continuum at once...|
The dead cities trembled. The rivers of the dead ran backward. The buzz climbed and climbed, existence itself groaning under the weight of too many hands writing over the same page at once!
