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Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse (Web Novel) - Chapter 5858: Unquestionable! I
Chapter 5858: Unquestionable! I
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<THE Heart That Dreams in Every Color>Emotive’s eyes kept going back to him.
She tried looking at the snow drifting through the broken roof of the Heart. At the dead chains hanging in the dark. At the splintered white throne. Every time, her gaze slid right back to him, as if he were the only grand thing left in existence.
Noah sat on the fractured throne with his chin resting on two fingers. Frost lined the left side of his jaw. A streak of snow-white ran through his hair. When he breathed out, his breath fell as snow, and around his body, his seas of blue-gold cloud turned slow and heavy, event horizons blinking open and shut along his forearms.
He looked tired and not!
Her chest was overflowwing!
That was the trouble with being THE Heart That Dreams in Every Color. Other lifeforms felt one thing, maybe two. She felt everything at once, all the time, and right now every single feeling she had was pointed straight at him. Pride, hot as a forge. Fear, thin and sharp underneath it. Joy so loud it made her existence ache. And under all of it, something enormous she had no name for.
He had plunged his hand into her chest!
The Caretaker of the Long Night, the woman they had come all this way to free, the woman every one of them had watched him walk toward! And he had reached straight through her ribs of frost, turned a key in her heart, and taken her weavings and her throne!
Holy shit!
She had felt it happen from the inside. She felt everything he felt, louder than anyone, and when his hand closed on that seat, there had been nothing in him but calm, clear certainty. Like a man setting a stone exactly where it belonged.
Her Master was more capable than she had ever let herself expect!
And others had felt it too.
Ruination stood at the edge of the shallow seas with her circlet dimmed, recording, always recording, and under the steady scratch of her loyalty, Emotive could feel awe pressed flat and tidy.
THE Infiniverse filled half the chamber, vast and quiet, and her heart rolled like a tide, proud.
Ul’moreth stood near the wall with his restored hair blazing obsidian and gold, and his heart pulsing. A teacher’s pride, and a teacher’s unease. He had watched his student do something beyond any lesson a teacher would give.
And up in the ruined dome, the Unanimous Frost hung frozen, its sixteen voices screaming in confusion.
Good!
She spoke before she had quite decided to.
"May I...ask you something?"
Noah’s pupil-less gold eyes moved to her.
"Why did you do it?" Her voice came out soft and even, though her hair flashed gold, violet, red, white, faster than she could stop it. "Every one of us walked down here believing we were there to save her. I believed it. She believed it. The Curator believed it, which I suspect was rather the point."
She tilted her head, a small smile at the corner of her mouth.
"And then you reached through her ribs and took her whole fucking throne. I’m not complaining. I would simply... like to know how you think."
For a moment, he only looked at her.
Then he smiled!
HUUM!
The moment he did, his grand authority moved. His seas of blue-gold turned all at once around his body. The frost on his jaw glittered. And far below them, so deep she felt it in her teeth, the whole flow of THE Long Night through his charge leaned when he leaned, like a river following its master.
Her knees went weak!
"Existence always has countless choices," Noah said quietly. "But few of them are guaranteed. And fewer still are right."
He lifted one hand, palm up, and looked at it.
"When I came down here, I could see every path from where I stood. Every branch. Every turning. All of it laid out at once, like the lines on this palm."
"In most of them, I saved her. That was the obvious move. The heroic one. The one he wanted me to make."
His voice stayed perfectly even. That was what made it so terrifying.
"So follow it. I break the chains. Every chain I break draws on what’s left of her, because he built them that way. By the last chain, she comes apart in my hands. She dies. And I killed her. A guardian of THE Long Night, dead at the hands of the warm thing who came to save her. In that killing, a seat is empty."
He closed his hand slowly.
"Whoever sets the Epitropoi in their places would have felt the seat absent of an Epitropos. And what would they have found standing over her body?"
Emotive’s mouth went dry.
"Me," Noah said. "Branded her killer. Every Judgment I’ve ever outrun would have had my name and my face to chase. And THE Curator? He steps into the empty seat without lifting a finger. No more proxy. No more borrowing. Full control of her region, handed to him by me, with my fingerprints on the body."
He glanced up at the frozen Frost.
"Then the Contingency closes. The region is erased. And us with it. You. Ruination. THE Infiniverse. Ul’moreth. All of us, dead, having done him the greatest favor of his existence."
He said it as calmly!
"I watched that path end a thousand ways. Faster, slower, louder, quieter. Every one of them ended the same."
"And the others? We fight the Frost head-on, and it has no keystone, and it grinds us down while the Contingency eats the floor out from under us. We run, and the rift is sealed. We wait, and he wins by waiting. Every road was closed."
His gold eyes held hers.
"Except one. She had been drained so far that her seat sat loose. A thing I could never have touched, made touchable for me by Ages of his own hard work. He did the difficult part. All I had to do was reach in and take what he left lying there."
A slight smile bloomed that made her existence ache.
"It was one of the few viable paths. And I don’t regret it. Not for a second."
Emotive’s whole existence buzzed!
It started in her chest and shot out to her fingertips, a hum like a struck bell, and her hair went every color at once and stayed that way! She heard his words, and she felt what he felt while he said them, and what he felt was terrifying.
Because it was growing!
It had been growing since the throne, and it kept going. Wave after wave rolled out of him, feelings too large for any name she knew. Bigger than pride. Bigger than ambition. Hunger and certainty and joy all braided together and stretched past their edges, swelling and swelling like a tide that had forgotten to turn back!
He felt grander than he ever had. And it kept rising.
It poured into her through every thread that tied her to him, and the core of her Dream Immensity woke up and drank!
|Your Dream Immensity feeds on what he feels.|
|The Egos at the core of your Dream Immensity are rising with him.|
|The Seven Sins, rising: Superbius. Avaritia. Luxuria. Invidia. Gula. Ira. Acedia.|
|The Seven Virtues, rising: Humilitas. Caritas. Castitas. Humanitas. Temperantia. Patientia. Diligentia.|
|Fourteen Egos. Every one of them is bound to your Everything. As he rises, your Everything rises.|
|Dream Immensity: approaching Established. Closer.|
...!
She read it and laughed out loud, a little wildly!
Of course! Every Sin and every Virtue she was made of, lifting because he was lifting! Her whole Everything, riding his rise like a boat on a swell!
And through his feelings, she could sense more. Faint things, carried in on his tide. Other Immense Ones scattered across his charge. The sealed weight of distant Legacies. And somewhere far off, the faint hum of Shards of IT.
She was moving before she decided to!
She threw herself at his arm and wrapped both of hers around it, her cheek pressed to his frosted shoulder, her hair spilling every color across his night-sky skin. The cold of his winter half seeped into her. She pressed closer anyway.
"What happens now?" she asked softly.
